Who me?
Sitting outside a bank inside of a coffee shop.
Drowning my anxiety in iced oat milk sea salt caramel espresso. The only time I've ever had coffee with so many syllables and probably the last. Not because it wasn't delicious, cuz it was pretty good but because it tasted less like coffee and more like something I didn't understand.
Right then.
Tomorrow night I fly.
Today I left my house at 7 in the AM to fight traffic and torrential rains to reach the customs office to receive papers for pet travel.
Phew!
Now the only hurdle remains for tomorrow and the vet has given me enough anti anxiety pills to make my cats less agitated and more sleepy during their 13 hour torture.
Ugh!
I will be relieved only when I reach our room at Reims, cuz the flight will land in Paris and from there we have to reach Reims.
All this is not going to be any fun. It will be an almost 20 hour long commute which is taxing for me let alone my babies.
Sighs.