The Fidgety Stage

I'm in the fidgety stage.

In case you don't know, the fidgety stage is that stage where the countdown reaches single digits, and my mind wanders easily to images of the sun rising over the Atlantic and all those sixteenth century buildings looming over me. I wake up thinking that I've dreamed of the warm breeze in my face as the train approaches. I can't focus on anything without getting distracted by endless lists of things to do and bring. And of course, I panic about plane crashes. Always.

Anyway, my point is: I love the fidgety stage.