Au Revoir, Savannah

When I did theater in high school I never really got nervous except for just before going on. I hated standing in the theater wing waiting for my cue. I would always get there too early and then have to wait for five minutes - that terrible five minutes. Otherwise I would barely feel the prick of nervousness. Leaving for France is like that. These few days before Thursday have been antsy ones. I guess it could be the vacuum of nothing scheduled and no due dates after the craziness of last week. Butt I also want to get the most out my time with Marigold before I leave, and I stress about how to do that properly. So I find myself doing silly things like making photo collages and giant poops. Same thing, you say? Well, everyone has their diversionary tactics.