Dudes. I leave in three days.Three.

I’m like Eddie Murphy in “Another 48 Hours” with some crazy s#it going down in the meantime. Well, kinda sorta like Eddie Murphy. Or maybe probably not really since I just changed it to 72 in lieu of 48 hours.  But just go along with my theme, okay?

In the past 72 hours I’ve gotten engaged {holy $#*!}, so who knows what might go down in these next few days. Is it a couple or is it a few? What always confuses me is the 2-3 and the 3-4 day range for which one to use because both have “3” in them. Clearness, please. I need it.

Anyway. Back to my hour by hour countdown … I think I’m in denial. Or maybe just trying to take it moment by slow moment. Not think ahead to Saturday or even Friday. Just try to focus on where I’m at right now. Looks like all that meditation and yoga just might be paying off.

The whole thing is: if I think ahead, it stresses me out. I think of all this crap that I have to do or should do which I probably am not going to do, so why bother even thinking about it then?

I can’t wait to just get there. Have the whole trip over and done with. By trip I mean flight and getting to my Paris abode. I know it’s all part of the fun and adventure of it, but still, wouldn’t mind sitting down on the flight, have a glass or two of champs, and wake up and magically be all settled in.

This is about the time when I have to put my mind in check and remind mind that we just have to make the best of everything — long flights and Euros and all.