Something is wrong. I'm packed already.

I'm headed to Boston bright 'n' early tomorrow morning...so early that it won't be bright yet. I leave the house as soon as public transit starts running in the morning, about five hours from now. And I'm already packed. It's not even midnight yet and I should still be rummaging through piles of clean-but-not-yet-folded clothing, setting out piles of stuff to pack, searching for my list of things to remember to bring with me and dithering over which suitcase best suits the conflicting goals of packing light enough for public transit and bringing all that I might need for a stay twice as long with every extreme of weather. But I'm past all that. I'm packed. I'm going to get to sleep.

Something is very wrong.