Watching the clock, not long now. It's set in now. It happened when I instructed the bank teller to equip me with a few Euro. Looking at the notes reminded me of my last trip to Europe. Before I know it I'm going to be handing over my paper tickets at Tullamarine, nervously waiting for the yay or nay regarding getting into QF29 tonight. Am I looking forward to it? Not quite. I am looking forward to getting to Spain, but it doesn't take much to remind me tha...

10hours, 50minutes before my flight departs. If they let me on. 5hours to look at this keyboard before it will be 2weeks without one. A trip away is good because it is not work, but it all seems a little sudden. Even if this trip was the most planned and forethought. I've crossed out most of my to's and do's left on my list at work, before the others have to pick up for me while I'm away. My desk is clean. Empty. Anxious.