I'm off in a few minutes to the bus to Logan Airport for my flight to Seattle and on to Vladivostok (tomorrow morning). So far west it's east. Or so far east it's west. I am now officially nervous. I'm even shaking so much from not eating that I have a hard time typing. It's this existential fear, not of any particular peril like a plane crash or a bomb or tick borne encephalitis, just plain having no idea what will happen, what it will be like, whether I'll measure up, whether I'll screw up, whether I'll accidentally drown in the Sea of Japan, whether Wilbur will be all right while I'm gone, which family member will get sick while I'm gone, and so on an so on...
So I spent the morning fixing the garbage disposal, which jammed Tuesday night and was beginning to smell really bad, so I won't come home to a fetid smelly house. I spent the afternoon shopping for cleaning supplies an d bug repellent (which I didn't get -everybody is out of it 'cause summer is almost over - and the only kind I could find doesn't repel ticks - so if I died of tick borne encephalitis it's my own damn fault).
And now I really gotta go change the litter box, finish packing,
and get the hell out of here.