Project S is proceeding normally ... if anything about this can be called normal.
In particular, the plane tickets are now in my posession.
Now the only thing to worry about is ... everything else.
This happened yesterday morning, but I only got round to writing about it just now.
Yesterday morning, I got on the train at Ascot, on my way towards London. As is the case reasonably often, there weren't any seats left, and so I stood in the little area just inside the door.
After about three minutes, one of the other passengers stood up and offered me her seat. She did it as if she thought I looked as though I needed it, in a "please give up this seat if an elderly or disabled person needs it" fashion.
I'm not proud. I sat down. I thanked her.
But ... but ... do I always look like that at seven in the morning?
Perhaps I look like that all the time?
Just glanced over at New Hampshire, and got cross about Reading all over again.
I worry about her.
But I wish that she didn't worry about herself. I can worry plenty for both of us, and she could do with not doing any worrying at all.
*sends calming thoughts*
S: Listen to me. Eat properly. Plenty of fluids. And please, please, calm down.