Classic. Another classic move from this one.
Chilling, doing some writing, after a lovely salmon fillet and salad, my moms asks, "So. What time is your flight tomorrow?" I'm headed to Sydney for a week or so. Lackadaisically, I wander over to my email to check. "It says I leave Tuesday at 00:25 hundred hours!?!? WAIT...that's just after midnight, right? I'm leaving in a couple of hours??" Mad dash to pack. Thank god she asked.
A drink in hand, belly up to the airport bar, I've made it. Man, I am off my game. And here I'd thought I'd have a day or so to get an itinerary set for Sydney. Guess not. Going to dive right in. But I am the luckiest girl in the world. I can go anywhere. Do anything.
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