I'm getting up stupid early tomorrow to leave for Sweden. I haven't accomplished half the things I wanted to get done before leaving, but I have more or less packed at least. And you really don't want to know about the self-recrimination loop I'm on the brink of; it's about as interesting as the effects abject terror is having on my guts. I'll very likely feel a lot better in a few days once I'm there and starting to get settled.
Weight and space restrictions mean I only have room for three small paperbacks. This could easily turn into one of those Desert Island type memes, couldn't it? I've taken The Stone Canal (Ken Macleod), Possession (AS Byatt) and Golden Witchbreed (Mary Gentle), which is partly to do with what I have available in small paperback format rather than being my three absolute favourite books in the world.
I feel bad about complaining, because there are several people on my friends list who have been made homeless at short notice this week. I'm in a state about a move I've known about for weeks, so it's entirely my fault I've failed to get organized. Anyway, from the depths of the self-inflicted stress of being six hours away from emigrating, I send my best supportive thoughts to everyone who has serious housing issues to contend with.
And love to everyone in general. I will try to check in when I can but I'm not expecting to be fully back online for a few weeks. Email is probably the best way to get hold of me but even that will not totally reliable for a while. Don't panic if you don't hear from me; if anything goes wrong (short of being abducted by aliens or total amnesia) I will do my level best to get a message to LJ. I'll also try not to drop off the planet if things are going well, but basically, no news is good news at this point.
There's nothing more I can do to prepare apart from sleep, I think.
Hope the journey went smoothly. And Yay! for achieving half the things you set out to do, a 49% improvement on most of the human race.
Hope the accommodation's nice: let us know how you're settling in, when you get the time - I suspect that the next couple of days will involve a lot of frantic rushing punctuated by frustrating delays.