On the verge
It's 6.50am, I shall be leaving for the airport soon. I cannot begin to describe the anticipation. My neighbours, I'm sure, can hear me rubbing my hands together in excitment at regular intervals. Indeed, I have to stop typing every now and then to indulge the need.I'm on the verge of leaving this country (temporarily), this place where todays weather is tipped for 15 and rain (it's Spring here, let's not forget).
Only 4 more plane rides until I reach Canada, hmmm that hardly brings it closer.
Wish me luck as your wave me good-bye.
posted by Reen Dog @ 6:54 a.m.
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