I'm not doing so well. I'm nervous because I'm leaving tomorrow. I hate
travelling. I'll be fine once I'm on the train. Then I'll either be fine
or nervous once I'm in the hotel. Then I'll be nervous as hell all the next
morning until I've met my contact person (whose name they haven't yet
deigned to tell me!). Then I'll be fine. Then I'll be briefly nervous until
I make my train home. Then I'll be content. Malheureusement, despite my
awareness of the process, I can't turn it off. Mergle. I should go to bed.