2 Days Out – Nerves
Talked with my boss. I finally have a departure time. Middle of the day Wednesday. I feel that metallic, electric taste under my tongue, nerves and the adrenal gland pumping.
Sigh. I’m going to miss my family. I got pretty choked up taking my daughter to school today.
Anyhow, 46 days. Fourty-six. Six and a half weeks, give or take. 46 days… I feel… Well, I feel, I guess. That’s the point. I feel something other than drunk.