I don’t know how long. I’m even having trouble with math in 1/2 hour increments this morning.
What I mean to say is checking in a few hours before boarding a plane. Or something.
Flying freaks me out. And weirdly, it’s not the hurtling through space a zillion miles an hour part. It’s something less tangible. That fear makes sense.
This trip is not off to an auspicious start – Google maps gave me the wrong directions to the airport – apparently they thought I’d prefer a cuuise down the pretty Maine coastline instead of getting inland to the airport.
Then there’s the dress. The one that snaps from neck to knees. It was the only one that fit and looked professional enough to pull off this trip.
Those snaps? Will not be my friend. I am a klutz, and will surely snag a corner of a table as I stand up to introduce myself, causing them to pop open. That would be fine, were I in either a romantic comedy or a porno (odd how either applies here), but not so hot when I am introducing myself to 60 people I’ve never met before, yet deliver my paycheck faithfully.
So there’s that to look forward to.
But goals are truncated this week I suspect –
Goal #1 – 1 for three so far on the blog posts – one up in Rant Rave Write
Goal #2 – Zip
Goal # 3 – Meh – 2 or 3 posts, maybe?
Goal # 4 – Nope
Goal #5 – I’ve checked in a few blogs and commented. All ROWers though. I can’t get it out of my head that no one else wants to hear my comments from the peanut gallery.
Goal # 6 – Zero
Goal # 7 – I’m half packed, which is better than not starting at all, but the short term goal this week is at ‘meh’ right now.