Are We There Yet?

If I close my eyes, I can picture myself sitting at a small French café as I drink an expresso, eat a crusty bagette, and attempt to read the local French newspaper. But then I open my eyes and here I still sit at my desk with a million things to do and a meeting schedule tomorrow that barely leaves me time for lunch.

This has been a hard week to be at work, especially after I finally settled on what to take and packed my suitcase. It just sits there patiently waiting to be wheeled out the door on Friday.

Even my retired husband is in a dither. He just called to say he is stressed because he needs to pick up a package at UPS, A-1 Heating never came to turn on our heat, and the dog-sitter is due to come over any moment to get the lowdown on her "clients". He did find time earlier to check out the 10-day forecast for Provence, which looks delightful.

For me, having a big trip to look forward to tends to put a cap on my anxiety level. I have had several crises already today which have simply failed to phase me. I simply pass on the name of the person who is going to be in charge in my absence and go back to my fantasy in the café.

I do hope tomorrow comes and goes fast because I am so ready to blow this town and be leaving on a jet plane..