I know that the time for my summer trip abroad is finally on me, because I had my first panic attack last night. Not really sure why I'm getting anxious, because it's only for 6 weeks, and not at all like my last trip overseas...to Iraq. Of course, this time, I won't be armed.
Don't think I'll be finishing my short story, "The Dream of Dr. Robaire," before Wednesday, and I'm not sure I'll be able to finish Michael Crichton's "Timeline" before then, either, but oh, well.
Taking the Kindle. Should prove useful when I'm standing on queue.
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