Ayekarumba! I leave tomorrow!

This time tomorrow night, I'll be trying to read, but not really be able to take in the words on the page as I wait to board a plane. My bag will be clutched beside me in the Newark International Airport, and I'll be thinking 'Jeanne, what have you gotten yourself into now? Why hasn't anyone stopped you? Remind me why I'm going to Africa again?' I'll be thinking thoughts of imminent sickness, near-catastrophes...I'm a worrier for better or for worse, and as I'm running around packing tonight I keep think I must be forgetting something...and, well, I probably am. What can you do? Get on the plane and let it take you off.