No Rest for the Weary

Can’t sleep, must pack! And repack, fidget over loose ends and contemplate the prospect of fitting just ONE more thing into the suitcase.

I actually shopped today for a carrying case for my doumbek, but I couldn’t find one, so I guess it stays at home. Why do I even think I need that?

Every time I really think about what I’m doing, I feel the urge to vomit. I may yet take some decongestant to knock me out so I don’t lie awake for the rest of the night worrying about what I’ve forgotten to pack (relax, I have a cold, so it’s not total drug misuse).

This time tomorrow I will be in Seattle. Terrifying, really.