The plane leaves at 9:05 tomorrow night. Am I ready? Nope.
Somehow, the days seems to grow shorter and shorter as I frantically attempt to get enough accomplished at the office that I can be away for a week. It’s like one of those dreams where you’re trying to get somewhere, but you get lost, the car breaks down, and then when you start walking, the streets look unfamiliar and you realize you’re lost. So you keep walking. And walking. But you never get there.
Using magical thinking, I am figuring tomorrow will be abundant with time to go to yoga practice, get a good chunk of work done, pack, and even get in a bit of a rest. We’ll see.
