Leaving on a Jet Plane

I had a terrible dream last night. I kept losing my husband in a mysterious downtown urban area which involved a parking garage and at one point, a parade. My enthusiasm for flying to New York (on business!) is tempered by anxiety and misgivings. I already miss my daughter, even though she’s right over there watching television (taking a break from bugging her almost 10-year old brother). I’ll be gone on my son’s 10th birthday. I worry about how my teenagers will handle school in my absence.

And then there is work itself at the corporate office. I fret about making a good first impression, especially considering that I will leave here at midnight, arrive at 8 a.m. (which will be 5 a.m. in my home time zone) and then by 10 a.m., I will arrive at the office, ready to work. A friend will be meeting me in New York and I worry that I will not have enough time to spend with her. I am a ball of anxiety.

But, I do have these cute shoes to wear. (Arg! I can’t insert a picture, for some reason.)

And the crocuses have started to bloom. (Again, I have a picture, but I can’t insert it. Technology can be so uncooperative sometimes.)

Next time you hear from me, I’ll be in New York, New York.