At 3:45 tomorrow morning a car will be whisking me away to the airport. I am too excited to sleep which I will regret right about 3:00 AM. I’ve been packing since Sunday. At first, I over-pack by throwing everything I think I will need or want. Then I repack again and edit. Just a few hours ago, I did my last edit. The truth is, my excitement is so great that fussing with my luggage seemed like the most logical thing to do. That and making lists.
My lists are on the back of envelopes, on sheets of pristine paper and old cardboard. They are everywhere and each has a tiny reminder for me. Right now the door has a post-it note with the word salad on it. I don’t want to forget my midair lunch which is nothing but healthy goodness.
I’m headed to Scotland to visit a friend and photograph. I had the last of my appointments up at Sloan today and was pronounced “clean as a whistle.” That proclamation is probably adding to my unbridled excitement.
I’ll be back in two weeks. With photographs, stories and hopefully a rested soul. Enjoy yourselves and if the stone cottage I’m staying in has service…. I just might visit with a few of you!