This morning I hugged and snuggled the animals good-bye. They're being cared for at the Pal's Inn Pet Resort until we return. Poor Jeremy was stuck with the task of driving them over and looking in to their sad, accusing eyes. If anything untoward should happen to us - Mom, Lisa, you get to decide who gets Bruni, Psyche, and Charlemagne.
The last 24 hours before a big trip always makes my stomach go wobbly and my shoulders tingly.
I know I'll stress out a ton the hour before the shuttle arrives, repeatedly going over and over everything that we need to be bringing. Once stuff is loaded and we're off in the airport van there's no going back for forgotten sundries. My shoulders will continue to tense up during the long ride.
At the terminal there's always the multitude of hurry-up-and-waits: in line for the ticket counter, through security, locating the departure gate. There might have to be a glass of wine at some point after that, before everyone stands up and gets in line 15 minutes before the plane begins to board.
Currently, I'm longing for that 1st hour after the plan has taken off - you're on your way and things are now out of your control until you land. The only thing you can do is sit back and relax, and for at least the next hour or two you shouldn't be too horribly uncomfortable yet. Time will seem to slow to a stand still and the odd reality of rocketing through the sky in an aluminum tube will set in.For the mean time, I'll tick off the last items from my get-shit-done list (blog entry is one of them), and look forward to the epic roadtrip I'll soon find myself on.
Hmm...we're gonna need a mascot.
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