August 25, 2013 – 11:46 p.m.
Well, I have three days until my departure, and the packing is winding down. I’ll write a list at some point, but now I’m paying attention to little signs that my body is testing me temporarily.
1. I’m beginning to get a sore throat. Neil presented me with a bottle of Echinacea and a spray Zicam container. I’ve begun “the cure”, making sure this new symptom learns that it will not throw me off my course.
2. My daughter and son-in-law went bowling with us yesterday, because I had two Living Social Deals for Chipper Lanes. Now I haven’t been bowling in 30 years, and though this morning I felt fine, tonight my knees and thighs feel as though I’ve been beaten up. This too shall pass.
3. I’m exhausted much of the time. This might be the result of my inability to sleep at all until about 3:00 a.m., thinking, re-packing in my head, getting up to send just one more e-mail so I won’t forget it in the morning, etc.
I am happy to report this: I’m very aware of the fact that once I board IcelandAir, none of the above will matter. My plans this past twenty months will finally “beam me up, Scotty” to the journey that will take me who knows where over the next seven or eight weeks. Ah, of course I know where I’ll be geographically, but physically, emotionally, yes, even spiritually, I’ll be in outer space. Just. Where. I. Want. To. Be.