...is making me late, is keeping me waiting. So sang Carly Simon and so I anticipate. I'm not sure how it's making me late, but I sure am waiting. We're at 9 days to go. Anticipation.
We got notification that they've changed the itinerary somewhat. Instead of stopping in Lisbon at the beginning of the trip, that is now our last port of call. So we visit on our return rather than on the 2nd day out. They also added time to our day in Gibraltar; an extra 2 hours. It won't feel as rushed now.
I've developed an odd sleep pattern of late. I've been waking up, wide awake, in the middle of the night lately. It hasn't been a major problem since I just get up and do things in another room in the apartment, usually here on my computer. But since we'll be in a stateroom together and there is no where else to go, I'm not sure what I'll do. I'm not really crazy about reading at that time of the day. But I'm sure clicking away on my computer will be annoying to say the least. I suppose I can just get up and wander the passageways of the ship or go to a lounge or something. We'll see. Or maybe I'll return to a regular sleep pattern at that point.
BTW, I've switched a couple of books. Allen recommended not reading "California Book of the Dead" on the trip, as it pokes fun at CA life and that's best done in situ. So I decided to take a non-fiction book about reading and writing sacred poetry. It might be a nice thing to read as a little exercise for the mind and to stir my creativity a bit.
Busy week ahead...I'm just beginning to fathom just how much needs to be done! But there's only 9 days to go...anticipation.
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