I'm half an hour from boarding my flight to the homeland. I can't say that I'm feeling sheer joy, but I do plan to at least walk around a bit. As the lack of sleep deprives me from my true feelings, I am worried about my home and my woman... and a bit about the dog. Nothing gets me more anxious than being out of control of a situation.
I'd like to point out that this isn't a trust issue, it's a nervous issue. It's an issue with the chance that something stupid, for lack of a more general word, might happen and I would be helpless to attend to it. The "parenting" complex, I think it's called...
Well, here's to the next 20-something hours of being in transit...