Monday Monday

Argh. My night was spent punctuated by a dozen little feverish dreams in a theme I've come to call "travel panic". Examples: I'm getting out of the taxi at JFK when I realize my flight is actually out of Newark. Or the plane is pushing back when I realize that I've left my laptop in the airline lounge. Or I'm at the gate realizing that I left my boarding pass on the table in the food court. (That one, I've done.) I have no pending travel until Xmas, so what's the deal with the nightmares? Argh.