My Mental Coutdown Is On

Two weeks today and I'll be half-way to the train station in Ottawa, then headed by plane to Halifax. Home again on the 16th, I hope and pray (no more hurricanes/tropical storms to disrupt travel, please).

I'm already mentally wringing my hands about leaving the boys--I know they'll be in good care with my co-worker; she's the only  person I trust and she's going out of her way to stop in and feed them twice a day. (S, have I mentioned you'll need to scoop the litter boxes too? LOL.) But this will be the first time I've left them for more than one night--and that one night was only once. I don't want to leave them again! They'll manage just fine, though probably will be a bit bored and restless inside the entire time. It's me who will be thinking of them every day I'm gone, which rather spoils travelling anywhere. I didn't used to be this way, of course, used to look forward to little adventures, but that was before I had fur kids.

I'm not even going to contemplate actually having to strap myself into an airplane and cruise at 30,000+ feet above the earth. ::Shudder::

So my mom will have to forgive me if I'm not anxious to travel...I'd much rather be able to teleport instantaneously back and forth. How cool would that be? Pop in for a cup of tea once or twice a week, come home to my own bed. Yep, that's the one super power I'd love to have.

Barring that...Looks like I actually have to pack a bag and go.

I really need to get drugs for this.

Quick snaps of the morning sky last week,
as I was walking to the bus stop.

Universal Blessings, Light and Mercy to All Beings.