Woke up at 5:30 this morning because I realized one other thing that was in the box.
My box of jewelry.
All my earrings.
All my mother’s earrings.
Possibly my mother’s diamond necklace. (There’s a chance I packed this someplace else. I won’t be able to figure that out until I get to New Orleans. I may have really hidden this though in another box.)
Can’t go back to sleep at this point, so I may as well get up early and hit the road.
Now I’m even more pissed at myself.
Also — one of my credit card numbers has been stolen. People in San Jose were trying to use it at Target. *sigh*