After thirty minutes of frantic packing (start to finish!) and instructing Matt in the complicated ways of cat care and the security system, I’m off! I even have actual cash on me, unlike the last time I was overseas. Whoops.
My horrible sickness has even dissipated, though my voice has completely left me again. Yes! I started out the morning strong: during all my pre-vacation handoff calls, I sounded like a chainsmoker. Now, I’m back to nearly whispering. I’m sure flying will completely heal my raspy voice, so I’m not worried.
The next 26 hours will be full of planes and dashing through airports. How exciting! I’ve played my usual pre-flight Q&A game with myself:
1. Which critical device will run out of battery power first? Oh please, not my iPad.
2. How soon will I regret purchasing a large earl grey tea? An hour into flight numero uno
3. How soon will I regret the footwear choice of flip-flops? NEVER!!!!
4. How many tiny screaming children will be on this plane? I see none at the gate!