Longing

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I hate getting ready to go on vacation.  There's all these things to do - work, house sitter, cleaning, packing.  Do I have everything?  Did I get essential work done?  Do I have the right clothes to wear?

I love getting on the plane and thinking, "Self, if it didn't get done by now...screw it."

I'm ready to get on the plane.

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