Everything is packed (and re-packed). Tomorrow we get up, do one last load of laundry so that the sheets will be clean when we return and walk out the door.
With nothing to-do lists to focus on, the reality of this whole adventure is finally sinking in: tomorrow we will be on our way to Egypt.
Anxiety dreams have started. Thank god for Ambien.
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Safe journey. Send stories. And, I’ll check in to make sure I bring the correct sausages while you’re gone.