Yeah, I'm enough of a goober to have a hard time sleeping the night before a trip.
So it was up at 1:30 this morning, checking out possible alternatives to my day bag (I re-packed the suitcase eight times, so why didn't I think of a different carry-on?). Net result: ain't nothin' so lovely as my Swift.
I spent a few hours on the couch, with Himself napping on the other couch near me, putting the final touches on St. Brigid.
Hours upon hours and hours of fringe ahead...
Just as soon as I get home.
In the meantime, I console myself that I've been adjusting my internal clock to Toronto time. Waking up at 2 a.m. here is just a nice, early 5 a.m. start in anticipation of the touring days ahead.