Certain Uncertainty

I leave in one week. Will I be ready? My mom predicted that I would be scrounging around the night before embarkment trying to chop my head off. Or something like that. I assured her that nine months was plenty of time to prepare. Then six months, four weeks, one week?... Perhaps there is a reason mothers are mothers - they're smart. Between work, things that I told people I'd finish for them before I left, and time with the female my time is booked for the next three weeks. Let alone adding in preparations for a year long stint away from homegrown cucumbers. Needless to say life is busy. But with that comes fun and excitement. So, let the exciting fun begin. I'm ready?