Next Sunday is “spring forward,” and I must say, I’m mad. Really mad. That Sunday is the last day on earth that I need to lose an hour from. My last day with Jesse before I leave. My last day to finish everything up. I want my hour back. I want an extension.
Yesterday, I took my first anti-malaria pill. So far, no dreams that are any crazier than what I’ve been having lately, so that’s good. No psychosis or depression (side effects of this particular medicine). Last night I got all moody about leaving Jesse, but I think that was pretty normal considering the circumstances and cannot be blamed on the medication.
Saturday, I bought a pair of waterproof, heavy-duty hiking boots, and I’ve been breaking them in ever since. All this week, I will be wearing those shoes. Jesse and I will be taking walks around the neighborhood in the evenings, since I don’t really walk all that much during a normal day, sad to say. I walked around the mall Saturday evening in my boots, looking fairly silly, but oh well.
I also bought two more options for headscarves (for bad hair days) at Sally’s. One is a longer brown scarf that is supposed to condition your hair while you sleep. I guess people wear these things to bed. I wore mine for a while Saturday night and then felt sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t tell if it had been dinner out or if it was the smell of the conditioner, which was fairly strong. I don’t see a difference in my hair yet, but it is entirely possible that it’s in better shape already. The second one I got was called the Lady Vamp Wrap Cap, and I wanted that to work just because of the name, but it ended up not being what I thought it was based on the product picture. I guess you’re supposed to wrap your hair in this thing and then sit under one of those bubble-dryers or something. Oh well. It was just a buck-fifty.
As the trip nears, I become more excited about actually going and more upset about actually leaving. If Jesse were going too, I think I’d be practically bouncing right now. But, I’m quite the opposite. This will be the longest we’ve been apart since we got married, six days longer than the China trip. I know I’ll be busy in Congo, and he’ll be busy here, and the time will fly by, but it’s still not something I’m looking forward to. I think he’s dealing with it by not thinking about it, and I’m dealing with it by thinking about it all the time. Now, if we could just split the middle…
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Oh, I would be the same way if I was leaving Mike. And I would totally think about it while he tried not to, I’m sure. I don’t want you to wish away your trip, but the euphoria of returning will be a wonderful thing to look forward to.
It sounds like you’re getting yourself ready to go, though! Let me know if you need any help, buying things, getting things together, sitting down over coffee perhaps so you can spill every thought you are thinking. Whatever. 
And I COULD give you eight packs of cards so you can introduce Nerts (sp?) to the Congo. 
Awwww!
And “lady vamp wrap cap” does sound exciting. ::sigh::
I am definitely looking forward to getting back–the comforts of being at home, of being with Jesse, of seeing my cats, of having had a great adventure. I’m also looking forward to going and actually being there. It’s a weird and exciting time right now, and getting home will be weird and exciting as well.
Playing cards are actually on my packing list! I’ll see if I can convince anyone to play.