It's a little more than 24 hours before we head to the airport, and I am crunching through the last items on my punch list. The list has changed over the last year, and I’ve gone from dropping lofty goals (“learn Portuguese”) to dropping mundane ones to concentrating on what has to be done now, today, in the next hours. “Read The Uttermost Part of the Earth,” all 538 pages, got erased from the list in December, though it is billed as the classic work on Ushuaia and Tierra del Fuego. Instead I concentrated on learning to spell “Ushuaia,” and may have that down. Last weekend we had to drop any hope of cracking the list of friends we wanted to get together with before we left and the possibility of seeing any of the new movies that are out for Oscar season. Sorry Bob and Nancy. The trip at hand is all there is, and the lists for that have spawned lists and new lists like penguins in a rookery. By yesterday there was a new item, “What can still be turned over to Josh?” and my whole being was centered on finding insect repellant with greater than 30 percent DEET somewhere in Columbus, where for some reason bug-related stuff is off the store shelves. Thank goodness I am now pretty much down to “charge batteries,” though of course these days that is a list in itself: iPod, Kindle, laptop, camera batteries, and, most important, Jack’s scooter.