Late departure

I don't know why I always sleep badly the night before a flight, but I do. Usually, it's not a big deal since I'll have a mid-morning departure. Once I get where I'm going, the anxiety dissipates and all I feel is the fatigue; if I'm lucky (and I've planned well) I can even get in a midafternoon nap.

Normally by this time of day, I would've been where I was going for hours already; instead it's hours before I leave. Today is a work event that I've been helping to plan for a year so I thought it would be bad form to skip out on my colleagues. At the same time, I didn't want to get up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow and have to go directly to the funeral mass bleary and crabby. I'd rather feel like that here.

At least my sore foot responded well to naproxen so I hopefully won't have to limp my way through Midway. Bob only knows what I did to it--pulled muscle? Internal bruise? Invisible gangrene?--but it's an order of magnitude or two more painful than it was yesterday and I've got this damn garment bag to wrestle onto the plane. Hope they don't make me check it.