Come out of the question with me

It seems my pre-departure anxiety has reached the won't-let-me-sleep stage. That, and my damn cat keeps attacking my feet. Either way, it's 1:30 and, even though I got very little sleep last night, I've been up, tossing and turning. Oh, lordy. Thank goodness for Sleepytime tea. (Tea! See, I'm practicing!)

So, other than the actual putting-stuff-in-suitcase part, I'm just about ready. I finally have my visa, my drugs, a little bit of money (and one last paycheck on the way!) and information about where to go and when. Now I have plenty of time to sit around and fret and run through all the things I might forget and panic because surely I'm missing something... I wonder why I can't sleep.

Now that my hot tea has caused my body temperature to rise to an unbearable level, one which surely will not tolerate blankets or head-hugging pillows or warm kitties, I'm going to try going back to bed. Because that's not destined to fail.

'Night, buddies.