Tomorrow!

Goal for the day? Make myself as tired as I possibly can for tomorrow’s travels.  See, I am not the best flyer.  In fact, I hate it.  Although I never have puked on a flight, I’ve come close a couple of times.  Our flight from DFW leaves at 3:15 (from the terminal my dad manages, I might add – Yet sadly, it’s his day off) and we fly to Newark.  We have a two-hour layover in Newark, and leave at 10pm for Edinburgh.  That’s when I take this little white pill that will make me fall asleep, and dream of happy, non-clausterphobic things.  The plan is my pill works within 30 minutes, and I’ll be out until we arrive.   I usually hate medicine.  But when they can combine a short-term anxiety medicine with a sleep aid…well, they had me at hello.

It just so happens I have not had a lick of coffee or soda this month.  My fast ends on Scottish ground though, and I’m looking forward to adulterating my bloodstream once again.  When we arrive in Edinburgh, it will be close to 10am local time, or 4am DFW time.  I’m sure I’ll need it.

Yesterday, I got hit with the bug Chris had been carrying around – runny nose, sneezing, sore throat, and lots of sinus pressure.  It took him 3 days to get over it.  I think I’m over it today.  Yay!

So, the next time I write will be from another country…Assuming I actually wake up when we arrive, and don’t accidentally stay on the connecting flight to Paris.  Neither Chris or I are good in the morning, so he’d likely forget me.

It’s off to church…