In a matter of hours I'll be stepping aboard the plane to Out-of-here. The truth is I'm excited, nervous and trying to push back the thoroughly rational fear that I'm biting off more than I can chew.
At this point the fear is not particularly useful as I've gone well past the point of pulling back. It feels vaguely similar to the last time I (voluntarily) rocked forward and fell out of the perfectly good plane at a mile or so off the ground relying on several square yards of fabric and cord to keep me from going splat. A terrifying rush superior to any chemical known to (this) man.
I'm reasonably sure sleep will elude me, probaby until I'm somewhere over the Pacific. I'll touch base as soon as I can after we land and settle in. I'm not sure exactly what the WIFI situation will be so nobody panic if a day or two goes by with silence on the line. I'm like a bad penny, I always turn up.
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