Tomorrow will be even crazier - getting to the airport, the check-in, the security check...and then the endless waiting. But I know that once I am in the airport, on that plane, the pressure will begin to drop. I am on my way, and even if the plane doesn't leave on time, or a student misses the flight, or I end up in Paraguay (as has happened, on occasion), at least I am on my way. No more time for additional errands, no more planning, now just the doing, which I find infinitely preferable.
Next blog entry - from Cochabamba!