I'm not a bit scared about the flight. Although the prospect of crashing has colored my thinking over the past few days. I'm not scared of crashing, or even of dying. I figure it'd be terror that is over quickly (unlike being CatMod which was terror that dragged on and on... heh heh).
I keep thinking of all those people who boarded the planes that crashed on September 11. They had no idea what the day had in store. I feel worse for them than I do for myself if I were in such a position.
Then I think of what I'd wish I'd done before I died. So I called my sister, my brother, and my Dad already this week to tell them I love them. They say, "We are going to see you Thursday. We can talk then." None of us know anything for sure.
Maybe that's why I can't sleep. So much to do. So little time.
The words to the song in my head.. "leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again..."
I hum a song that perseverates in my head as I piddle around here and there doing last minute packing.
Here it is after midnight. I leave the house at 3 p.m. I've had 5 hours of sleep since Sunday. I'm so wired!
I'm a pilot. Do you suppose the airline would let me fly? LOL
