Go easy now.

It still doesn't seem real that in two weeks, I'm going to San Francisco. Not that much seems real right now. But with this, it's a known event. A realistic goal. Maybe if I keep telling myself it'll happen, start making packing lists and writing down directions, it'll settle in. It's also possible it won't feel real until I wake up there.

Plans this week to unclutter where scuttled after a few stressful phone calls - they needed to be made, and heavens above, they could've been much less stressful had it felt like the person calling me knew what they were talking about. Or was at least willing to take a moment to be silent while looking things up instead of making noises just to fill the air. I'm not hopeful about this coming weekend, not as I was this last week, and I'm not yet willing to write it off completely, either.