Up, up and away

I'm off tomorrow morning to fly across the country. Newark, New Jersey, here I come.

This will be the first time I've actually been in the physical company of friends since Jim and I met Steph over in Spokane two years ago. Since then it has been just family and medical professionals.

I'm excited, but my excitement is tempered with abject terror. I'm not afraid to fly, exactly. The idea of a plane crash, if it crosses my mind at all, doesn't scare me in the least. The fear is that I don't know what my body is going to do. I'm in a constant struggle to try to get it to act in somewhat socially acceptable ways, but many times it's a losing battle.

I'll consider the trip a success if a) I don't pass out (and all the loveliness that goes with that) and b) I make it to the loo in time. Low expectations. :-)

I'll be back on Monday night.