T minus 7 hours to my flight and I'm sitting here at home, having a complete out-of-body experience.
Bags have been packed.
Documents have been checked.
Affairs have been settled.
Goodbyes have been said.
There is literally nothing TO do until I leave for the airport at 7:45 pm.
If anything, I'm terribly sleepy, as I slept really poorly last night. Woke up in a cold sweat at about 2:30 am and totally panicked and basically had a "What-was-I-thinking-when-I-decided-to-take-off-for-4-months" kind of moment. Was also painfully close to jumping online and trying to hawk my tickets on Ebay! The moment passed, but then I just couldn't get back to sleep, so had to watch some really bad late late late night TV including reruns of shows that should never have made it to Prime Time in the first place!
Hopefully all this lack of sleep will work in my favour and I'll just pass out as soon as we take off and wake up when we're landing. That's the best kind of flight!
S'long all. The next post will be from Pixy in Scotland!