Can it really be 48 hours until we leave for the airport?!
It all happened so very quickly.
I’m (inwardly) jumping out of my skin with excitement (and not a little nervous).
The garish red faux-croc suitcase is open and a large pile of *stuff* next to it – to which I keep throwing things as I walk past. Packing proper is saved for tomorrow evening.
Work is almost wrapped up, I feel much more comfortable that everything will be complete by Thursday afternoon.
Also, I was totally the winner of The Wombats bet (value of wager still undetermined (was there really any doubt?).
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