The last few minutes before boarding a plane can be the most stressful.  I definitely felt that way on Saturday.  I knew I was forgetting something, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.  I went through my mental checklist one by one.

Yes, I shut down the computer.

Yes, I set the alarm.

Yes, I have my money.

I thought I was going crazy before I boarded my plane bound for Amsterdam.  It was like a sardine can: a sardine can with a really nice entertainment center.  I was sitting next to an obnoxious blonde bound for Kenya.  With a sigh, I got up to go to the bathroom once the plane was stable.  When I returned to my seat, someone else was sitting next to me.

I didn’t bother asking questions.  Luckily for me, my new rowmate was very nice and fun to speak with.  Then there was Amsterdam and my lethargy.  Good food, though!  After a bit in Amsterdam, I was on a plane again and in no time I was in Poland.  Half asleep and feeling exhausted from travelling, I arrived at my grandmother’s home.  Another hour or two of conversation and I was dead tired.  My grandmother shows me to my room and reminds me where the toilet and showers are and then I finally get a chance to sleep.

Shit!  Where are my pajamas!?