Having brushed my teeth and readied myself for bed, Dave asked, “Have you blogged yet?”
The abrupt shift from my peaceful descent into sleep was a jam in the gears. “No,” I bleated, reluctantly.
The alarm is set for 1:45 a.m. A 45-minute drive to the car drop-off and shuttle should put us at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International by 3:00 a.m.—plenty of time for our 5:30 departure.
Because Dave and I let frugality win, what could’ve been a four-hour nonstop flight has become a one-hour hop, a three-hour layover, and another three-hour leg to Aruba.
Thinking about it now, I regret everything.
I want to be in Aruba right now. And anything standing in my way is a big, dumb dummy.
If I closed my eyes this minute, I’d be four hours and forty-five minutes closer.
Which is exactly what I’m going to do.
Night!
See you soon, Aruba. (Jamaica, ooooh I wanna take ya…)
Love,
Jaclynn
PS I left all my plants in the bathtub with a couple inches of water. I hope they enjoy their spa time.
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