Nothing is packed, only scattered in proximity to the suitcase, and I hope it all manages to get in there.
Plotting and planning.....don't think I'm thinking in advance. I'm trying, but I know I'll forget something anyway, just hoping it's not crucial.
Do I have to write in here every day? I have a journal I bought (which I will hate to use, because there's no spellcheck. I've ruined my spellcheck anyway, so I don't know why this is the convenient excuse. Just happens to be right now.)
I'm not afraid of the flying. I just don't want to have to sit next to anyone with baloney breath. That's happened too many times, and I might get out of control if that happens. You know....I might turn my head away for the leg of the flight that is baloney scented and I won't even look over. Except to go to the bathroom. Maybe. Bet I can hold it.
Take off. Twice. My eyes do that weird spin and dialate trick that Rico the parrot does so well. I love that feeling. I want to scream. I never do. But I certainly can't look at anyone while that's happening. Would be very embarrassing. Dialation like that is not nice public behavior.
(sigh.)
Back to bags and serious responsibility.
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