Tick, tock

I guess all of us have experienced this. When I first considered this trip, I thought "oh, well, a whole month to plan and pack should be more than enough." And, frankly, if it was just a regular road trip, psh! Noooo problem! We've hit the road with less than 2 hours worth of planning, if the term "ready" even applies to throwing a duffle bag in the trunk and gassing up. This, however, is a beast of a different breed.


Today, I glanced at the countdown clock. Less than 4 days to go (stupid clock!). No sense asking where the time went. I know where. It's hanging out with the missing scissors and left socks. The closer d-day gets, the more
nervous I get. Sometimes it's a butterfly-in-the-gut, can't-wait-to-go sorta thing. Then there's the "Oh-my-God-I'm-insane!" one. 


Feeling that time is going faster I chalk up to being over 40. Things go faster when you're going downhill, don't they? And judging by what I see in the mirror, gravity seems to be working just fine.


The problem with d-day being so soon is that I'm a procrastinator. Not just a little bit. I've turned it into a fine art. A procrasti-casso, if you will. Granted, I do my best work when under pressure, but I hate the stress, however self-inflicted. 


I always tell myself that this time it'll be different. This time I'll do it early so I can relax at the end. Then a crafty little voice tells me that, the sooner I fall behind, the more time I'll have to catch up. That sly voice is trouble... but I fall for it every time!