So here it is the eve of my flight and all I can manage to feel is bone-deep weariness. I’ve been burning the candle at every possible end to get ready for this and now that it’s finally here I’m not even excited. I haven’t decided if this is good or bad; half of me misses the Christmas morning excitement while the other half is glad that this whole move has been relatively calm. I can’t help but think that the level of calm in some way reduced the overall drama level.
Either way it’s late, and Wifecat has curled up on my foot after taking her first dose of “anxiety” medication for tomorrow. My flight leaves Mobile at 11:15am. We both need the sleep I think.