Please pardon the somewhat rambling writing; I'm simultaneously exhausted and jittery. A visit to the woman who makes my life worth living is long overdue, and as a result my rather sporadic updates as of late are likely to become even more so for the next two weeks.

I can never sleep the night before a flight. I don't know why. It might be partly historical; I remember once upon a time trying deliberately not to sleep ahead of a long flight, so that it would be easier to sleep on the plane, and thus make the period of enforced inactivity easier to bear. Now it just seems to fade into the background of my general insomnia, a habit too well ingrained to break when my body actually wants to encourage it for me.

My packing has become somewhat more haphazard, as well. I used to carefully plan out how many days I would be away and pack just that many shirts, pants, socks, underwear, etc., with one or sometimes two extras in case of emergency. Now, I mostly just pack clothing in until it feels like it's about right. The travelling that seemed so attractive when I was younger seems to become more and more burdensome every year, and I seem to care less and less about flawless execution, trusting to my ability to improvise.

It leaves me a little afraid that sloppiness is also becoming a habit too well ingrained to break. Or at least, to break on my own. Perhaps it will get fixed next year, with someone to nudge me as I drift off track, before I completely lose my bearings.

I have new medicines to test on this trip, though obtaining them has been something of a chore, and one prescription has been left completely unfilled; the carefully ordered inhaler not kept in stock anywhere in Baton Rouge or San Diego came in right on schedule yesterday, and a confused Walgreens employee managed to sell it to the wrong person, leaving me with no choice but to pick up an over-the-counter version of a lesser strength instead.

I'd been meaning to write a sequel to my Allergists, Medicine, and Mortality entry, but since I have about fifteen minutes until I get picked up, I suspect it will have to wait until I can find an internet connection again.

Since I'll be stress-testing the new medication over the next couple weeks, I'll probably have more to say then, anyway.