I'll be flying over the Atlantic, hopefully asleep (maybe with the aid of medication). But right now, my apartment is a mess, with dinner still sitting on the counter. The girls' clothes are strewn over the floor, I have a load of laundry yet unfolded, and I can't find my iPod to charge it.
And what have I done about it for the last few hours? Nothing. What have I been doing instead? Reading a really good book. Because by tomorrow evening, my things will be packed, we will be on the plane, and dinner won't matter any more. Whether or not I kill myself to do it tonight.
And so, I'm taking the last few precious hours of alone time to relax and read a book. Tomorrow will take care of itself, right?