There's no tick-tock from your electric clock

In twenty-four hours, I should be in mid-air over the Atlantic.

I, um, very much want this to be the case.

Actually, I would dearly love to skip over the intervening day and just find myself in that situation, without any of the faff & anxiety of getting there.

The weather has turned completely foul at this end: so far it's only rain and bitter wind, but they've had two feet of snow overnight in Scotland and it's rumoured to be on its way.

I worry, a little - no, more than a little - about an overnight bus having to plough through a snowstorm.

But I'd worry anyway, with or without the weather; and if the bus fails I have a fallback position on a Very Early Train. If they both fail - well. Not going to think about that.

Meanwhile, all this rain is flushing out the gutters, and there is no sign of water coming in. That's a goodness.

The Evil Boy has spilled olive oil all over my desk and the documents on my desk, but possibly nothing crucial. Possibly.

I am beginning to get my travel documents together. I cannot check in online, on account of not being in America, apparently; no matter. I shall do it the old-fashioned way, at the airport. I have my passport, I have dollars in cash. I have written down the details of my travel insurance in two different places, and printed out two copies each of my e-tickets.

Now I need to spend an hour doing non-travel-related computer stuff, for see: still my life runs down, whether or not I am going to California. There is a bit of me that kinda feels everything else should just go on hold for the duration, but it appears not to be the case.

*fetches coffee'n'bun*

Lawks

You can tell I'm not in my right mind - I nearly forgot to put cumin seed in my dinner.

Not that I'm hungry at all; I'm only cooking on the general principle of the thing, and because there is food which will go off if I don't eat it, and because cooking is what I do at this time of day, and what would I do else but sit and watch the snow, and jitter?

The snow is not exactly heavy, it's just ... not stopping. It's like the rain which has been coming down all day. In fact it is the rain which has been coming down all day, just that it turned to snow when the sun went down. Assuming that the sun has been out there somewhere all this time, lurking. It did get darker, so there is some evidence of absence now, which implies a presence before.

It's very odd, this leaving-the-house-last-thing-at-night instead of first thing in the morning, which is my usual mode of travel. I've been doing stuff all day, in a desultory sort of way; I'm just starting to panic about what I may have forgotten, that will of course turn out to have been crucial. At the moment, the only thing I positively can't find is the new electrodes for the TENS machine. Which I bought yesterday, and am starting to wonder if maybe I left them in the shop...

Still. I have the old ones, which can be revivified with a mist of water. Unlike myself. I don't want to eat, but I do desperately want to drink; I just don't think I ought to. Heading off with a bottle of wine inside me would probably not be smart. Le sigh. *tries to be smart*

"Well, I'm off," he said

Heavy bags are heavy.

Nervy Chaz is nervy.

Overfed cats are grateful satiated overfed.

Long distances are long.

The world shall hear from me again.