The holiday begins later today. I so wish the flying were over–we all know how much fun trying to sleep on a plane can be. I tried like hell to get an upgrade, to no avail. But it’s okay.
Getting ready for a holiday upsets your routine tremendously. Some people are anxious when they travel. I get anxious beforehand.
–Did I pack everything?
–Did I pack too much?
–Did I pack the wrong clothes and oh my God will I look like an idiot? (Seriously, I don’t know how to dress; this is a real concern for me.)
–Will my suitcase get lost? (Shush, Rick Steves; I’m not going carry-on only because I don’t want to do laundry every damn night.)
–Will I be able to sleep on the plane?
–Where’s my passport/confirmation/lip balm/phone/water bottle/tablet? No really– I NEED MY LIP BALM!
–Will I miss my plane?
–Will there be a delay?
–WILL I GET BUMPED AND HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE AIRPORT????
The Universe gremlins have sensed impending fun, and they’ve ramped up their efforts to try and spoil things. I haven’t slept. I’ve been eating crap for the last two days because I cleaned the house on Sunday, and I didn’t want to cook anything and dirty up dishes. I couldn’t buy any fresh food. And the trash man did not empty my *full* can yesterday so I had to call them. AAAAUUUGGGHHH.
But really, it should be fine. I’m much more prepared than Bilbo was. And I’ll try not to forget my handkerchief.
See you soon!