I’m leaving on a jet plane…

8pm. Thursday evening. All packed except my toothbrush. What is it with these restrictions on what you can take on board the plane with you? Can’t take my normal tube of toothpaste on board - perhaps I might clean everyone up! Or at least their teeth. Everything has to be in small sizes and in a resealable plastic bag for checking. I guess I might moisturise everyone in sight if they let me loose with my full size toiletries!

I have a book ready - I’ve been trying to read it for about two weeks and never get more than half a page read at a time. Now I’ll have 24 hours of travelling in which to read it I wonder if jet lag will get me. I hear it is worse coming home than going over. I have four days to recover when I get back before returning to work.

I will of course take my journal on board with me. I can’t not write. And I won’t be able to blog on the plane trip so I will write it all in my own fair hand. But alas I am not taking my camera. It has a problem and I haven’t had time to get it fixed. So no Arizona photos. I thought of taking my video camera but you know what? I can’t be bothered. I’m just going to relax this time and experience the sights without capturing them. (Oh boy I bet I’ll regret this decision the minute I get there - I am such a camera freak!)

I want to write something profound and meaningful here but I find I am completely out of inspiration. The last few weeks have been so full on - busy and full of surprises and strange turns of events. Very good ones though! Maybe I’ll have something more interesting to say on my return.