I am home, sick in bed with a kidney infection. I’ve just been feeling funky lately – lot’s of nausea and fatigue (NOT PREGNANT), so I left work early yesterday and finally made it in to the doctor this morning. I feel yucky, but very anxious about being home as I am a contract employee at my job which means I have no sick pay. How I miss my benefits.

Anyway, I am catching up on some knitting and reading. Back to snooze…

This is strange. Very very strange. I am here, waiting, at my local airport. PDX, for those of you who know it. I am going to Atlanta to visit my BFF. I am excited to go, so excited to see her. But, for some reason, I am so sad to leave home. I’ve been to visit her before. I had an amazing time. I am a seasoned traveler. But, I had the hardest time leaving my house tonight. My kitty, my bed. (I’d say my Zane, but he’s traveling himself.)

It could be this: I am now officially off all my mood stabilizing meds. No anti-depressant, no anti-anxiety. Who knows.

Then, there’s this: Zane’s mom will be in town while I am away. I am very happy about this, I think it’s great that they’ll have the weekend to spend time with one another. But, I am not the best housekeeper in the world. I’ll admit it. My house is large, it’s a lot to clean, and I work full time. You’re probably asking why I didn’t tidy up in preparation for her visit. Good question, I would have done this, but I didn’t learn she was coming until last night. So, I am worried that my inadequate housekeeping skills will come under close inspection.

And, also. I am taking tomorrow off. I am worried in the one day I am gone, they’ll realize that they really don’t need me afterall. (OKAY, this is NOT unfounded – I got laid off just about a year ago from my super-fantastic job).

Tell me to stop worrying, please?