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The car comes in about fifteen minutes to take us to the airport. I volunteered to combine several trips in one. My agent, who knows me, asked if I were sure. Weeks ago, I was sure. Now — what the fuck was I thinking? I will have three to four plane trips in that many days, if you count lay overs, more. What was I thinking? I was thinking, well, I’m getting better. And wouldn’t it be better to combine trips so it doesn’t keep disrupting our lives, my life. Once this is out of the way not another trip until the end of October. It sounds like a good plan, but it is not. Because, if I hadn’t decided to be brave I would go out, and come back tomorrow to my home, my family, my dogs, my office, my schedule, and my stuff. Now I won’t be back for days. I won’t do this again. I ran it up the flag pole of bravery, and the artillery of phobias is kicking my butt. Help. Shit. I’ve gotta to go and finish getting ready. AAAAH!