Panic sets in

I finished my last work week before vacation. Since some people took the day off, it was fairly quiet. I cleared my desk so Monday is all set to finish up some odds and ends. My plan is to drop the dogs off before going to work on Monday.

I know I canceled an excursion some time last week. I checked my reservation yesterday to see it was still there. Given Disney's policies on cancellation, this is something I want to be sure is done before boarding. I printed my confirmation to be sure.

My luggage isn't large enough. I should probably pack another bag. I don't want to. I don't even remember what I have packed. Delta has released a statement indicating anyone who purchased tickets prior to April 9th are eligible for refunds for extra baggage fees. Why don't I just pack another case?

Whatever possessed me to book a friggin' canopy tour? What the hell was I thinking? It seemed like a good idea six months ago. Six months ago I thought zipping through trees and over rivers was a great idea, now not so great. Why didn't I opt for some land-cruising tour of the town? I'm going to harness my fat ass to a line and zip across the sky without a net?