Counting down

It's hard to think about the trip on Thursday when the contractor is tearing apart my kitchen.  Trying to reorient the mind to our mini-kitchen is challenging.  The dining room table is piled high with dishes, glasses, cookware and spices, and a small corner space left for sandwich making and the like.  The refrigerator is next to the table and the microwave on the chest a few feet away. 

I received another change notice from the airline.  The second short flight out of Atlanta is not reserving seats ahead of time.  I hope I can walk fast enough after leaving the first plane to get to the terminal in enough time to pick my seat.  I only have about an hour between flights.  I knew there was a reason I hated flying into Atlanta to change planes. 

The next two days will be focused on wardrobe, for flying and for dancing, in one lightweight bag. 
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