It's Tuesday night. In the morning I am flying down to Anchorage to meet Stephanie and her brother, Brian. They've been doing the touristy thing for the past few days without me. I'm packing camping gear for our weekend camping trip, but I'm totally lost. I'm out of camping practice, and I don't know what to pack. What will we need? It's half-past midnight and I'm listening to the Fiery Furnaces turned up loud. I'm not allowed to listen to music loud when the family is home. Either the boy is sleeping or we have to keep the music at a level that we can comfortably talk over, in case we want to talk. Why can't we just agree that we're not talking now, but listening, and turn it up? It's 12:30AM and still twilight outside. I'm in the twilight zone. Flying tomorrow. Kayaking on Thursday. Train ride all day Friday. Siting in the shade on Saturday. More flying on Sunday. 300 miles by boat on Monday. Chained back to the desk on Tuesday.