Woozy

Not waking up easily this morning. I feel like I have the mental capacity of a goldfish.

Because I have a touch of OCD

I've started putting together my Italy folder. The physical one, that is - the electronic one has existed for months, supplemented by the two guide books. But I'm now putting together the folder of print outs and tickets and confirmations and maps that I'll take. They make me feel so much less nervous. Maps and lists make me feel safe, like a warm fuzzy security blanket. If people try not to give me things, I have confirmation numbers to wave in their face. If I need to go off course, I have maps so I know where everything is. If plans change, I have books that include alternate attractions, restaurants, even hotels. All will be safe and well. (It's not that I can't handle changing plans, I just need to know there's a backup. Even if that backup is just "here's a book that includes a list of alternate acceptable hotels and a map to the train station".)

In other news, it was a nice weekend. Good balance of social and getting-things-done time. We went to a party in Williamsburg on Friday, and took the opportunity to go to what had been our favorite restaurant when we lived there. It's amazing how nostalgic it was, going back to a place we went when we were first dating. Also, they had beet gnocchi in a cream sauce that was just amazing.

(It's funny - we did come to the conclusion that while we weren't sure if it had been on the menu six years ago, we're pretty sure neither of us would have eaten it at the time. Our palates have both expanded.)

What the hell? How has it been six years?