Well, apparently now that I remembered I have a blog I can’t get enough of blah blah blahhing every day.
Today is very exciting because it is a travel day! We are taking a red eye to Chicago and connecting to Rochester, NY because there is no way I will not make a trip more complicated if it means I can upgrade. I had planned to sleep in as part of my red-eye strategy but it is 5:52 a.m. and I am wide awake. Thanks, alarm cats!
ALSO I am traveling with just a backpack. Not a big “I’m hiking across Europe on my Eurorail Pass” style backpack, but my little teensy black laptop backpack. I have never traveled so light in my life. In fact it is making me nervous and I think I will probably take a purse, too, because I need something to hold, right? My safety blanket is a stuff-hoard that I carry through life in a purse.
We’re only gone for a hot minute yet somehow I think I could convince myself to take a whole rolling bag if I don’t stop talking about this.
I have not taken a domestic red eye since my book tour and I’m excited (why I do not know) and it all feels very adventurous and fun. We’re going for a conference and flying back the very next day which means I get to have In-N-Out burgers this weekend! You see, California is a very special place and when you leave the state for any amount of time, you need to replenish your California nutrient levels and shorten re-entry by immediately having a double double and fries upon returning to the state.
And Sunday I hope to do some sewing. In just a couple of weeks I am meeting the boyfriend’s mom (ARRRRGGGGH DO YOU HAVE A VALIUM PLEASE) and his sister and brother-in-law and nieces and nephews at a family thing (OH OK JUST SEND ME ALL THE WINE THANKS) and I am nervous but channeling that energy into making a dress. Not just any dress, I am making the perfect dress. I’m envisioning a wrap dress but with kimono sleeves and ruffles. But in this cool tie dye fabric I found. And somehow in it I am taller and not nervously sweating under one armpit.
But whatever, that is a project for Sunday and today it is Thursday and the clock is ticking. How weird and fun to go to the airport at night. My catsitter/housesitter probably doesn’t agree, as I am notorious for getting to the airport and texting a flurry of: Did I leave the light on in the upstairs bathroom? Can you make sure the closet door in the guest room is cracked? OMG is there enough food? Did I tell you Bob is really into sleeping on a target bag right now and that’s why there’s one on the bed so don’t throw it away ok? etc.
Aren’t I a delight!
Anyway I am sure once I am at the airport and have a good number of adult drinks in my body I will settle down and look at memes and silently assess airport fashion choices, which I assume will be more interesting than usual as the night gets later. Travel days are fun!