I’m starting to go a little bit insane. It’s occurring to me that I leave for Dublin in exactly four weeks–and I’ll be gone for almost twelve weeks!
There’s so much to do, including the last half of my fast-paced summer pre-med writing class & and WorldCon in Chicago (I’ll be there for a week).
I know, intellectually, that I will get enough done to make it to Dublin. I always manage to.
But that doesn’t mean my mind isn’t spinning. It wakes me up in the middle of the night to remind me that I have to get some paperwork from my allergy doc to try to get my xolair injections while I’m away–and that I don’t really have warm socks. And I don’t know how to buy warm socks, since I’m mildly allergic to wool and I honestly don’t know what other fabric is warm, since I live in California and, and, and, and . . .
I have also decided to shift from trying a couple of new recipes each week to making all the summer recipes I most love. And in between all that cooking, I want to see some of you, too.
At some point, I’ll finally write about the last of my Spain trip.
And I should also note that I’m really broken up about two very special women dying.
For now, send me wishes for endurance and a good night’s sleep.
