BGC - It's here

So it's the night before we leave and we've spent the day doing avoidance activities to keep from going to crazy with the wait. It almost might have been better going in and making today my last day...KIDDING, no it wouldn't have. So we mowed the lawn, pulled crab-grass, unloaded all the ripened tomatoes, summer squash, and cucumbers from the garden. Jeff made 17 quarts of sour pickles while I painted the trip around the new windows in the bedroom and then built in some shelving into one of our bedroom closet. And then it was 2pm and we were fucked because all the work for the day was done and it was still only early afternoon on a day where we still can't eat a fucking thing. So I laid down and took a nap on the porch, Jeff viewed internet porn, we went for a walk, played a game of Scrabble, and then settled into watching TV.

This has been the longest day ever. Or at least so far as tomorrow, for as rushed as I feel right now is really going to be more of the same. Heading back into the city first thing in the morning to drop off the car and then back to the apartment to finish packing. Honestly, though, that packing is really just going to be running through all our various lists to make sure we don't forget anything (which I know we will), trying to determine which books to bring along (more weight issues) and do a final decision on what gets checked and what gets carried on (do I really need to carry my harness on?). We'll show up at the air port three hours in advance of our flight, just in case, only to find it's delayed from one to two additional hours. Essentially we'll be up at 6am to run around for a flight that will ultimately not take off until 7 or 8pm. I have a bottle of 30 Valium for just such an occasion. Of course I'm not complaining...I'm just saying that I wish I could fast-forward 24 hours and just get this damn cruise finally started.

But it is finally here and we've reached our goals. Jeff hit his 165lbs on the scale today and I'm at my lowest at 173lbs so even our 32-inch waist pants and shorts are drooping on us. I'll take that as a win, any day. So yay us...we're both entering Jeff's 40th birthday as fit and healthy as we've probably ever been and our eight months of working towards are goals are realized. Amazing.

Off to have a good time.