Getting ready

I feel like I am really going to be earning my money for this tour. I spent many hours yesterday printing directions and hotel confirmations... Directions from each city to the next city, to both hotel and venue, from the hotel to the venue, then from the hotel to the next city's hotel and the next city's venue, plus hotel to venue. Three sets of directions for each new city. It feels pretty damn good to be doing something so productive, and I feel like I am doing a good and thorough job.
I also worked out my travel for tomorrow.... 5:20am commuter rail to Boston, 7am bus to NYC, arrival at 11:30am and trip-planned to Bob and Toshi's. I really want to get over to Re/Dress tomorrow afternoon, I hope there is time.
So. I'm all packed. I will have a couple hours of work to do when I get back from the tour in order to get ready for the road, but then I will leave the next morning. That's the plan, anyway.

I feel really excited right now about the next three weeks. I know the excitement of the road will wear off, and likely before I'm ready for it. I will either find out I am pregnant or start bleeding while I'm gone. And then I get to head toward my lover so we can settle into our relationship. I'm so fucking into it all.

whew

I just packed at least half of my belongings into my trunk. It feels good, but I may have one full day left of taking care of little things, cleaning, and packing when I get back from the tour. I hope not, because I just want to get on the fucking road to the Brute!! I am, of course, having that semi-freakout. What if it doesn't all fit? What I have left are a number of large things. I think all my clothes will fit in the cargo bag crash sent, and then bedding, sewing machine, one plastic tub, one box in the backseat. I don't like not being sure, but I really won't be able to do the rest until I get back.
That is all. Mostly, I feel great having a bunch of stuff carried down and packed neatly and tightly into my trunk.
Just keep breathing.