Everything is neatly packed. Actually, it's all repacked. I had to repack everything because I'm having some OCD anxiety. Good thing I see the doctor later this week, I can talk about not sleeping well lately and fretting about packing... and other stuff. I was worried last night that someone would break into Dad's house and it would cancel our trip. Worried isn't even the right word, but I don't think there is a word for how obsessed I was about it. Makes no sense. No sense at all.
Anyhow, I am packed, have fresh batteries for my camera, charger for my phone and socks. I'm good to go.
Back tomorrow!
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I am like that before every trip that includes air travel. Even before 9/11 I was petrified, but that made it worse. Before they close the door, I am always tempted to yell, "LET ME OUT!" I wonder if a vacation is worth dying over. I fret that after I'm dead, my mom will find the erotica I have stashed in the bottom drawer. If it wasn't for Xanax, I wouldn't fly at all.
So hang in there, Sister. You are not alone.
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