Through the fog.

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I finally sat down to figure out when I need to leave.  The hotel suggests the office is only open from 9:00 to 17:00 at the hotel where I will be staying.  Motel?  Can't tell from the pic, though I suspect a two story gig.  I definitely want to be there before the office closes, if I would suspect they have some one there for later checking.  Still, that will give me time to cool down, assess, look at what else is happening, and figure out some other things, plus with enough of a window for error.  The next thing I want to do is check about AAA motor, or other road, services.  Yeah, it's cautionary but...  And it lasts a year.

So much yet to do.  Oh, I suppose, I could just shove it all in and hope.  The tricky part is to pack in an organized fashion.  Not necessary if rushed, but helpful in many ways to be organized.  The check lists are coming out and I am going to work on those more than anything else next.  Yes, yes, I am a mess right now.  This will not go off as planned.  It can't.  I don't have the experience to make that happen.  I can do it in such a way that seemless improvements can be made.  I can do it so that the damage is limited to inconveniences.  I can avoid larger errors.  To that end, though, I am going by other people's checklists, a few of my wanted adds, and a wing plus prayer.

Yes, the clock is a bastard even when I've been prepping for weeks and months really.  As the time approaches, something kicks in.  I'll be in sprint mode, now that I have set the calender and have little more than a week to go.  As I wrote to D.C., it is times like this when I truly miss being in the Navy.  We did this kind of crap often, and I loved it!  I miss it.  I just wish I could do it more often.  And, this may be the start, thanks to medicine and improvements.  Yum!  *3...2...1.... jump, dive, go... go, go, go!*