Leaving for O'Hare in a little less than four hours. The logistics of international travel always awe me:
Car from Hyde Park to O'Hare -> plane to Manchester, UK -> plane to Heathrow -> Tube to King's Cross -> train to Cambridge. Two days off. Train to King's Cross -> Tube to Heathrow -> plane to Cairo -> plane to Dar -> car driven by Majid to Upanga.

It makes me happy to write all that out, as if I can somehow control all the little vagaries that might prevent me from actually getting through that itinerary (what's this about a Tube strike, now?). Everyone must have their own little mental tricks for getting through situations that make them a little nervous; mine is apparently to indulge my barely suppressed OCD urges. There were lists everywhere in my apartment this week.