Packing = Procrastination...Yet, Again

I know, it's beginning to be a habit. Whenever I must pack for a trip I invariably leave it to the last minute. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. It's especially annoying when trying to pack for an area that is roughly 40 degrees cooler than where you're located. Do I pack lots of sweaters or will my Dad have the wood furnace blazing, and thus creating a tropical climate within my parents' home? Coversely, my Hubby's folks like to keep their home on the cool side so I really do need sweaters. I've already dropped the idea of wearing a skirt to church when home because I really don't want to be bothered with bringing extra dress-up clothing, slip, tights, shoes, handbag, only to shiver outside as my folks chit-chat. I know, I really should start packing...but, maybe after laundry, dishes, surfing the net.