Time Off? What’s That?

This time tomorrow I’ll have landed in London and hopefully, unlike last time, I’ll have slept on the plane. I’m taking my own pillow and earplugs – if you can’t get comfy with your own pillow, there’s something seriously wrong.

It’s time off. Serious time off. A vacation even! I’m usually shaky for about a day into it, still detoxing from last-minute preparations and working to get projects off the desk. This time, my plan was to cut out of work one day early in hopes of detoxing before I get on the plane.

He’s already there. He took the big suitcase, so I’m blessed with lugging a mere carry-on. I’ve rolled my clothes, so I’m able to fit 8 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, a dress and shoes (obviously not rolling the shoes), a pair of shorts and underthings with room for my makeup bag and hairdryer – oh, and a book. I feel like I’ve already won some kind of contest just getting that stuff in there. Perhaps there’s an award for the most items in a KMart-purchased carry-on?

While I’m gone, I’ve taken the liberty of pulling together a few posts to fill the void. Thanks for reading, and I’ll check in again in June!