The anxiety is racheting up now that the weeks until liftoff can be counted on one hand. I don’t feel so freaked out, but I’m not sleeping so well, my stomach burns when I eat, and my dentist says I’m grinding my teeth. Great. My biggest worry on this trip has nothing to do with the trip at all. I worry that something might happen to my buddy Grover. I love that cat too much. He’s 14 now, and I just wouldn’t be able to deal if he, gulp, died while I was on my trip. I hope the new subletter treats him like the little spoiled prince that he is. I should perhaps mention the subletter. Her name is Ahsha. I found her via craigslist and decided she was the one after talking to her for about 30 minutes when she came over. She seems very responsible, smart, and good with Grover. I’ll be seeing her again on the 2nd of Sept to go over more stuff. So much to do. I’ve just got to keep it together.