caitri | Well Here We Go Again

I have to get up in the wee hours tomorrow (tonight) to head to the airport for a conference. Masochist that I am, I got my reminder for the shuttle, did some math, fretted at the length of time between projected drop-off and boarding (half an hour), and decided to Assume the Worst and rebook for an earlier time--so 3am instead of 4am. (Given that on last week's trip I got to be the Lucky Random selected for a closer screening, I don't feel too too bad about being paranoid, just pre-emptively tired.) On the plus side, assuming all goes well I can check-in to my room at the hotel and get a couple hours' nap before I have to Be Places and Do Things.

I am looking forward to this conference though; I am pleased with my paper and look forward to trying to be All Scholarly and stuff. I'm already all packed and have my alarm set, so I can try to take it easy--or at least as easy as one can when one is as anxious about travel as me (I am very anxious. I hate it. All these years of having to fly multiple times a year and I'm still not chill about it.), which is not much. So!