The days running up to a short or long trip are always stressful for me. They shouldn’t be, I travel enough. But I worry incessantly about what to pack, which is silly, because if I end up packing something that’s too warm or too chilly for me to be wearing, I just go purchase whatever I need. You know, if I need a coat, I buy a coat, if I need a new shirt because I’ve sweat through my current one, I buy a new one and wear it out of the store.
The morning started out with me sitting in bed drinking my coffee while watching the news when Marty said, “Shouldn’t you be getting in the shower?” I was seemingly oblivious for being a little stressed about the day of travel. Then while driving to the airport, I couldn’t see a street sign due to the darkness (I’ve never even looked at the street sign before, I just turn out of habit, normally), and I went an extra block I didn’t need to and had to backtrack. Again, I was oblivious. Where was my head this morning?
When I got to the airport, I asked for a large iced decaf coffee. The lady said they had no iced decaf. So I texted Libbylicious that I was having an extra helping of caffeine and I might be hyper. She said she wasn’t sure if she’d notice if I was hyper. She’s in for a treat since I’m still on the steroids for my migraine which make me hyper. I maybe on your local news street dancing in the nude. Scary brain pic – bits and bobbles.
I’m flying in and out of La Guardia for the first time instead of Kennedy. Makes sense it’s closer to Manhattan, but as I’ve mentioned before in a blog, I read there are more damned birds that fly into jet engines at Kennedy than at La Guardia (yes, I know Captain Sully went down from La Guardia). This is a new phobia for me. The birds.
So off I go with my steroid and caffeine high with a swollen, limping foot. I should be in an argument with someone within the next 15 minutes or so. I can feel it. I’m a little rev’d up.