Aww, but yes. Japan again. To be specific, tomorrow at this exact time I will probably just be landing in Detroit with the horrific future of Seattle and then Osaka . . . and then the return trip.
The return is always by far the worst. I'll be alone. Oh sure, Brigitte will be waiting for me but it will be an endless nightmare of transportation, especially on this happy anniversary.
But unlike last time, when I predicted fair skies, I'll be heading into this one with my horns to the ground. It's always better that way; pretend that bad things are lurking around every corner, and it'll all be okay. I frankly can't see a single positive thing this time around, except for the fact that it could be my last.
I'll be leaving my ten-year-old son in Japan until Christmas and I just can't stand the thought. If Brigitte weren't here waiting for me and Lulu the cat, my core would be deeply shaken. . . I feel like this is the straw whip for my idiocies of years past, that now I have to pay up, although I know that's patently ridiculous.
I just wish I could sedate myself into nowheresville and somehow be back here in front of this computer after having made the trip. I know the time will come, but I just can't wait that long . . . this is going to be the longest dentist's chair ever.
Wish me luck.
I know it's always hard for you to deposit your son back on the other side of the world. Christmas will be here before you know it.
ReplyDeleteAs for sedation, scotch always works for me.
Mtlcowgirl, I have no such luxury . . . the last time I availed myself of such medication I ended up in a Minneapolis drunk-tank -- kind of (it was Dilaudid that got me).
ReplyDeleteSo this time I have to be stone-cold sober. They're going to have the Hanging Judge at every station and I simply can't take the risk of sedating . . . oh, for the days when a glass of champagne preceded your flight. But somehow . . . somehow . . . I'll do it.