And I’m Off!

There’s always been a certain amount of stress involved with travel, but I’ve always thought that it was part of the fun.  Can I clean all the pressing items off my desk before I go? Organize a good sitter for the dog? Remember to put an “out of office message” on my e-mail inbox?  Turn off the oven? Unplug the iron, get foreign currency in small denominations for tipping?  Remember medications? Passport (yes, I have forgotten that more than once — and I’m supposed to be a professional). 

The amount of additional paperwork and testing added by Covid-19, and by traveling with two twenty- something’s almost did me in this time.  Getting the twenty- something’s to read e- mails marked “URGENT” and “DON’T F*** THIS UP” have proven unsuccessful.  Two days prior to embarkation and I was getting messages asking if they needed booster shots and what kind of Covid testing was necessary, ummmm that info was in the e-mail I sent in March marked “URGENT”.  It’s like trying to nail jello to the wall.  If all three of us get on the ship in Civitvecchia I’ll stop having panic attacks😱.  If not, I’m never attempting this again.