Tomorrow

Departure day looms. The familiar last minute scramble, trying to get everything organized, final errands completed. Unexpected crises suddenly popping up, needing to be managed before I can leave. The feeling of mounting pressure, like a kettle heating to a boil on the stove top. Any minute the steam will come shooting out my ears, like in an old-time cartoon.

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!