So, I'm rushing around doing all of these things to get ready for our trip and the number one thought running through my mind is don't get hurt. You see, I don't have the greatest track record when it comes to injuries & health and vacations. Last time I took time off (in April, when Asha came back from India, she was home one day and I promptly got sick). In 2005, on the Friday before we left for a week in Freeport, I tore an intercostal muscle in my ribs at work, and once in Freeport, manifested a really amazing rash. I had spots. And I was in pain.
The two weeks I spent in India in February were pretty uneventful on the health front, and our 2006 trip to the Cape the cape was injury free. So, I have hope. It's just that every time I go bombing down our steep old cellar stairs to change the laundry the thought comes to me do not fall down the stairs. Pre-trip anxiety. I'll get over it once we're in the car tomorrow morning.