Doncha just hate mornings of anticipation? I’ve been up since 7 AM, caffeinating and cleaning up for my departure. But then there’s the waiting…
One might almost say a crack-of-dawn flight is better because you start your travel day running…sometimes literally. (I’m choosing to ignore the two or three hours of down time you have waiting for embarkation at the airport.)
I do have to add that the final preparations for this trip have been singularly low-stress. The only loose end I’m leaving behind is the final work on our house remodeling. The guys are out there now and I leave the follow-up to their work in Rob’s capable hands.
So, the countdown has begun. 100 minutes ’til my ride arrives.
UPDATE: The renovation has been completed. The workers packed up and pulled out 10 minutes before my ride to th’airport arrived. Huzzah! The job was completed in a mere eight weeks, two weeks earlier than expected. The pressure on Rob has lightened. His only task now is to watch and document any issues with the work that might show up with use.
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Dave In Austenland 