Leaving...

On a jet plane (only I'm not. We're driving). Don't know when I'll be back again (only I do, Wednesday).

Going to PA with John's family for a mini vacation. This is the first time since Mom passed that we have gone on vacation. We have gone away for a night or two but never this long.

Anxiety about going has settled into the pit of my stomach. Worry that something will happen to my house and pets while we are gone has settled into the foremost part of my brain, that it hurts.

I know (deep, deep, deep down) at all will be fine while I'm gone. But until I return there will always be the worry, the wonder.

Any who...wish we luck in the woods of PA...