Good bye.

I ought to be sleeping. In fact, it's almost so late that I might as well be waking up. Well, not quite that bad. But I am admitting that I am breaking the cardinal rule of combating jet lag: I'm not getting extra sleep before I cross time zones! Oh well. Katie says I'll be able to sleep on the plane. I agreed with her before hanging out, but secretly I knew I won't be sleeping, and I will be feeling the ramifications of this late night, but I stayed out anyway; yes, Jennifer does occaisionally know how to be irresponsible.

I don't know if hitting the sack any earlier would have helped anyway. My mind is racing a million miles a minute even though my body is tired and my brain knows I need my sleep.

In just a few brief hours I will be scurrying around the house, loading the car, and driving to the airport.

I'm headed to Africa.

Is it real? I should pinch myself to make sure. No...I don't want to.

I've said most of the good byes, all my stuff is packed, everything is done. Now I just have to actually settle into my seat and enjoy the ride. With God in the lead, I can't go wrong; now just to experience the journey!

Thanks for your prayers, thanks for your support, thanks for your help.

A huge shoutout to everyone who has been so supportive of this endeavor. I would start naming names, but I'd be afraid to miss someone. You know who you are, and I thank you. :-)

Good night, friends and stalkers and bloggers and family and enemies and all the rest. . . .
I'm on my way!