freakout, phase...whatever number, I forget

The suitcase is zipped. Zipped. And it is heavy, although within the weight limit for American Airlines (the weight limit on the airlines we're flying within India is a matter of much speculation, but my stuff is well under what the Fulbright people told us, so...well, so I'll just make do if I have to throw out some stuff as we fly from Delhi to Ahmedabad.) And now I'm not sure what to do other than amuse myself until tomorrow morning when I go to Chicago for orientation. There's a BBQ tonight - thanks, lovely friends who are throwing a BBQ! - but it's thunderstorming.

[twiddles thumbs]

Why is it that yesterday morning, having a weekend to myself ahead of me felt so luxiours, when now it just feels like something to get through on my way to something else? Hmmm. I really ought to cherish this - I have a computer and am online, it's cool out, and there is nothing I need or ought to be doing. Or at least I don't think there is. Maybe that's the problem - given that I am going to be gone for five weeks, surely there is something I should be doing, but if there is, I don't know what it is, and that makes me anxious, as though I'm forgetting something key or am missing out on a fabulous last-minute experience.

Oh, I know, I'll find a nice voyage-related image from Bollywood.

That should do.

Bye! Please write!