And here we go...

A few hours ago, I was making some tuna salad and was about to have my first experience watching Glee, at the advice of a friend who would probably rather not be mentioned (at least not in the context of loving Glee).

Dana called while I was happily toasting bread,

"Mary, I think we might be leaving at 12:30 Wednesday morning."

We'd made all our plans around a 12:30 Wednesday afternoon flight. We had a ride to LA. I had a haircut appointment. Dana hasn't finished moving out of her house yet.

"Are you sure? Let me check," I walked to Liz's bedroom, where I'd been camping on an air mattress for the last week. Neatly packed in my backpack, slotted between my passport and debit card, was a flight schedule. I pushed away Liz's cat and sat on the bed with it.

"Yup," I said, after reading and rereading the schedule, "we leave at 12:30 Wednesday morning."

"Shit."

And here we go.