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  • In 12 hours, Jon and I, along with two friends on the same flight, will be approaching the airport in Entebbe. We will heave out bags through security and get in the presumably long line (which I’ve learned to call a queue) to check in.

    In 10 hours, Jon and I will be closing zippers and running through the list of things that has to happen before we go one more time–well, that will be me because I do love lists. Becca will probably be here, checking herself in for her house sitting gig, and Julia will likely be around, too.

    In seven hours, I’ll acknowledge that there are just things that won’t get done before we leave, but that will be okay.

    In five hours I’ll begin to think seriously about packing and wondering what has to get ironed before we leave and what can get thrown in the washer on Sunday and dried in a real drier.

    In three hours I’ll become antsy that errands like paying the water bill, buying a broom and WaterGuard, and giving our askari his annual bonus won’t get done, and so I’ll take a break from work and do some of that stuff.

    Looks like I better get down to business and get some stuff done!

    Written by Sarah in Life, Travel ~ Trackback