So if you are in Virginia, you MUST read this

I am coming to Virginia.

Beloved homeland (okay, not really, but possibly - and it's not the frontier).

I am coming TOMORROW as in 25 hours from now I will be landing.

I am FREAKING OUT. FREAKING OUT. FREAKING OUT.

I booked my ticket 30 minutes ago. I opened my big fat mouth, made a recommendation to a client, and *poof* just like that I'm leaving on a jetplane.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH.

On one hand, I'm excited - it's Virginia, there isn't as much snow there. I get to see at least one friend.

On about 12 other hands, I'm panicked, terrified, and anxious.

Do I leave Baby Girl here? Do I take her with me? If I do, whatever am I going to do with her for the time I'm working at a convention? But I'm not coming home until the end of the weekend. Four days is a long time to be gone. I'm panicked at the thought of leaving her and panicked at the though of bringing her. I don't know how to fly with a baby. Good grief, the amount of stuff she required for a DRIVE four states away was enough to confine us to a small travel suitcase, because she and her entourage of stuff took up the entire car.

I don't have life insurance. I've never not had life insurance. Why this even bothers me, I have no idea.
I don't have ANY clean clothes. As in I'm wearing the last pair of clean dress pants I have right now.

I HATE FLYING. As in deathly afraid of flying. I usually have MONTHS or at least WEEKS to panic. I have - um - 16 hours.

Someone tell me that this is a good thing.
And those of you in VA - I might have time for a quick hello. And! I could return Oliver & Kristin's handy-dandy rubbermaid container they lent us the morning we left for The Frontier (if I'm not so panicked that I forget to pack it).

AAARRGGGGHHH.

Wait, I already said that.