For those of you who have been in a state of near panic on my behalf, you can breathe a deep sigh of relief. The man in all of his brown-short glory arrived at my door with an hour to spare. Praise the Lord!
I quickly opened the box and proceeded to dig through at least 77 little baggies full of gadgets that may or may not be directly connected to my new camera. I suppose I will find out soon enough once I learn how to use it.
But for now, for the first time in seven days, I am breathing normally. Well, somewhat normally. I chose to walk to my terminal instead of take the airport treadmills and I am a bit winded. However, everything that could possibly be packed is packed. I have enough peanut butter to feed an entire bedouin community, enough layers to survive the arctic and 77 baggies full of gadgets. What else could a girl need?
I'll tell you what she needs.
The girl needs a nap. And it's about to begin. 9 hours of pure bliss.
Thank you Lufthansa.