Yep, the time is correct so those who know me well will know that I am not right in the head. (I don't do 5 am)! This is going to be quite a voyage for both of us. Jamie said that we have it better than Columbus- he thought he was going to fall of the earth on his voyage- so short of us discovering the Bermuda rectangle we should be fine. I have to admit, though, that at 4:20 this morning something occurred to me that I have curiously overlooked. We are going over water. A lot of water. For a very long time. Hmmm. I had not considered this. Those who know me know that I have a mild bridge phobia. Not clinging to the door handle and nearly passing out...got over that years ago....no, I mean I just prefer to have ground under me and breathe a little better when I do. When we have occasion to cross the bridge by Chamberlain, scripture comes readily. So, tomorrow we're going to be propelled over the ocean. Hmmm. Need a moment to grasp that. What if they low tire light comes on? What if Frank forgot to bring it in for service and the service light comes on? I don't recall seeing many islands out there to land on. What if the island we land on has people....who have never seen people? The film crew from Lost is currently unemployed and have long left Hawaii. I don't need them druming up a new reality show while we're looking for a place for an oil change or fixing a flat tire. I'm sure it will be okay, right? I am also quite convinced that we are going to cross right over by New York and work our way DOWN the continent...that way there's less ocean to hover over. Certainly those pilots are as sensible as I am.
After doing the last of our stage 2 packing we saw we actually had a 3" spot that was open so Jamie was able to squeeze another shirt in. Jamie concluded that if our bags were to be stolen the perpetrators might as well be stylish. I think we're going to feel like a chunk of meat, as they say, both in the airport and beyond.
On that topic, I really need to get over my overwhelming desire to "pet the kitties" while I am there. I have often thought how much those big kitties would love to be scratched right under their chin the way that Claws purrs when I do that to him. I'm sure they would also appreciate being rubbed on the nose the way Fred enjoys it. Since I am right handed I suppose it would be prudent for me to attempt this with my left as they make their way around our vehicle...
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