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The wind is unabated, this morning, whipping snow sideways across the water I can see from the window.
It is impenetrably dark, now 9:30 am. I slept badly; I’d set the alarm for 8 but then moved it back an hour to 9 after another group coming in to the guesthouse at 11:30 pm and slamming doors and conversing loudly woke us up. And there’s no point in hurrying, no point in trying to go early. We’re going to eat granola bars for breakfast here, there’s no restaurant in town open, and then drive an hour to the nearest big town (where we were trying to get last night but the roads were closed) and find something more substantial to eat– but I don’t want to drive in the dark, and the sun’s not up, and there’s not a hint of light in the sky. So I’m trying to take my time and slowly get myself together, but of course I’m anxious and want to go-go-go– our flight is at 5, the wind is so loud, wind makes me anxious, and I spent a lot of time last night replaying several of yesterday’s most dangerous moments and fretting that really, I was driving too fast, I was wrong, I could have gotten us killed. Which is pointless; I didn’t, we’re here now, why does that matter? but I still kept fretting about it.
I hate wind, it really sets me off, and it’s blustering noisily out there.
So anyway. Calm, eat your granola bar, make some coffee, repack your bags. IcelandAir sent an email letting us know our flight’s completely full and offering to let us check our cabin baggage for free. It’s only a five hour flight, and I didn’t get anything out of my carry-on at all last time– the things I used were all in my purse– but the things in my carry-on were my laptop and camera and lenses, because they’re delicate and I was worried about them being destroyed by getting tossed around the way checked luggage usually is. So I’m a bit torn, but if I can just repack it really well, I suppose I could easily check that bag. At least we could check Z’s backpack, which just had a bunch of stuff that didn’t fit anywhere else. So I guess I can productively spend time on that, this morning.
We’re not in a hurry. It’s fine. We’re not in a hurry. It’ll be okay. We didn’t die yesterday. We’ll be fine today.
And I don’t want to drive in this wind in the dark. I will wait for the light. It should only be another half an hour to an hour at most. It’ll be okay.
The wind is unabated, this morning, whipping snow sideways across the water I can see from the window.
It is impenetrably dark, now 9:30 am. I slept badly; I’d set the alarm for 8 but then moved it back an hour to 9 after another group coming in to the guesthouse at 11:30 pm and slamming doors and conversing loudly woke us up. And there’s no point in hurrying, no point in trying to go early. We’re going to eat granola bars for breakfast here, there’s no restaurant in town open, and then drive an hour to the nearest big town (where we were trying to get last night but the roads were closed) and find something more substantial to eat– but I don’t want to drive in the dark, and the sun’s not up, and there’s not a hint of light in the sky. So I’m trying to take my time and slowly get myself together, but of course I’m anxious and want to go-go-go– our flight is at 5, the wind is so loud, wind makes me anxious, and I spent a lot of time last night replaying several of yesterday’s most dangerous moments and fretting that really, I was driving too fast, I was wrong, I could have gotten us killed. Which is pointless; I didn’t, we’re here now, why does that matter? but I still kept fretting about it.
I hate wind, it really sets me off, and it’s blustering noisily out there.
So anyway. Calm, eat your granola bar, make some coffee, repack your bags. IcelandAir sent an email letting us know our flight’s completely full and offering to let us check our cabin baggage for free. It’s only a five hour flight, and I didn’t get anything out of my carry-on at all last time– the things I used were all in my purse– but the things in my carry-on were my laptop and camera and lenses, because they’re delicate and I was worried about them being destroyed by getting tossed around the way checked luggage usually is. So I’m a bit torn, but if I can just repack it really well, I suppose I could easily check that bag. At least we could check Z’s backpack, which just had a bunch of stuff that didn’t fit anywhere else. So I guess I can productively spend time on that, this morning.
We’re not in a hurry. It’s fine. We’re not in a hurry. It’ll be okay. We didn’t die yesterday. We’ll be fine today.
And I don’t want to drive in this wind in the dark. I will wait for the light. It should only be another half an hour to an hour at most. It’ll be okay.
