Connection in Dulles. I’m fighting through my most severe bout of insomnia but I feel like a lot of pressure has finally been lifted off my shoulders. I’ve been spending all week packing a total of five luggages. S. & M. are helping me run a con while I’m handling some others, mostly on the West coast. I owe ’em one. It took me a lot longer than expected to pack, leaving barely any time for myself. I regret that I couldn’t spend more time with friends before I’m away for a month or more. On the bright side, packing list’s finally out of mind, no more stressing over customs taking me in for further inspection, and now I have a few hours to shut my brain off. Maybe, fingers crossed, I can finally fall asleep.
I’m spending a few days in New Orleans. I’m quite happy to have a last-minute opportunity to be in city I haven’t been to before. I’m making myself hungry just thinking about Cajun, Cajun, Cajun and beignet’s in C.’s honor.