This is my carry-on bag, packed save for the netbook on which I'm typing this. The suitcase is upstairs, awaiting the pie I baked for younger son this morning. Assuming that fits, and that the pile of stuff on the table fits in the husband's carry-on, we are good to go in tomorrow's very wee hours. Lunch and a pedicure with a friend with whom I have not spent enough time recently have helped to calm my spirit. I will admit here that, in the interests of stress reduction, the posts for the next three days were done several days ago and programmed to post at a relevant time on the appropriate day. I'll be back to posting soon enough, from the other side of the world.
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