Last Minute Preparation

It is Thursday night, and I leave tomorrow. My past few days have consisted of last minute preparations, taking care of all the little details that have to be in place for the trip to happen. It has been one small frustration after another: I wanted to buy 30 days worth of clariton for my allergies. The druggist didn't have the 30 day box, so she suggested I buy two boxes of fifteen, which seemed perfectly logical. However, because Clariton is a controlled substance I could only make one purchase per day, leaving me 15 days short. The problem was solved by asking Sheila to buy the Clariton.

I could go on with similar stories, but I won't. I do wonder why this is happening all at once, and have several hypotheses. Perhaps the universe is picking up my worries, and my emotional worry attracts events to worry about, according to some cosmic law. Or perhaps I'm asking people to perform tasks outside their comfort zone. The druggist probably never sold Clariton to someone who was leaving for Africa the next day.

My respect for Napoleon has gone up considerably. Having seen how difficult it is to get one person to Africa, I can't believe that he transported armies across several continents.

Enough of that. I'm leaving for Rwanda tomorrow.