This is the last day before our week long trip, and I have all those details stirring around in my head like the sugarplums the night before Christmas. It's going to be really cold, so I've been hunting up clothing, and searching for batteries for flashlights, and we spent yesterday at lunch wondering whether we should buy chains for the car. So, of course, last night I woke up in the wee hours and could not get back to sleep. When I finally did I had a nightmare. Why does it seem there are so many things to do to get away? Because there are.
My guilt about leaving the dogs is warring with my excitement at seeing our granddaughter and being with the whole family. I bounce from wondering if I should bring another book for her, to wanting to be sure the dogs have walks at the kennel. I'm a yoyo with the string wound too tight or all tangled up.
When we get on the road, I'll settle down, because I'll have done all I can, and what has been forgotten was not really important, and most things can be fixed by a stop at Walgreens. And I'll be sleepy on the ride, and curious about the landscape and grateful for the goodness of my kids and their generosity.
But for now, I'm a wind up toy bumping into walls.
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