Now, granted: I didn't have the best high school physics teacher who ever lived. Far from it. But I believe that the laws of physics that I learned dictate that pieces of matter--such as, say, the luggage strap one uses with her rolling suitcase to ensure (she hopes) that it won't disgorge her belongings everywhere in some airport's back room--don't just vanish. And yet, and yet.
Fortunately, as packing-related problems go, this one is non-existent.
Also, and more importantly, today was my beautiful Mama's birthday. Happy birthday, beautiful Mama, mother of my heart.