And off I gooooooooooo!

Hey gang, this one’s a shortie because I’m still trying to pack, and backing up my computer, and sticking a Post-It on everything in my room on the off chance that the plane goes down. And if I have five minutes left over, I’ll watch another episode of Battlestar Galatica.

I have no idea what to expect on this mission trip to New Orleans, and I suppose that’s a good thing. I think I’ll set my head to expect everything I’m seeing in When The Levees Broke, and that way I’ll either be confirmed, or somewhat surprised. I don’t think it could be worse.

People have been asking me all day if I’m excited, and honestly, I don’t know. I think the best we can do would be nothing but a drop in the relief bucket. That’s not to say we shouldn’t be doing it at all, but I’m not expecting the heavens to open up and the Hallelujah chorus to rain down.

I’m not even daring to hope that I somehow have a breakthrough on the God front. I feel like if I anticipate anything, I’ll be disappointed, so I’m just setting my head low, getting ready to get grubby, and keeping my eyes out for any chance to use a chainsaw.

Several of my friends have emailed me to say that me and power tools might be a bad thing (okay, they said me, power tools, and alcohol would be bad thing.) But I was pleased that so many of them took the time out to email me and to say yes, they would be sending the positive mental vibes. I have all of those emails on my laptop, and I’ll look at them if I’m feeling low.

Yes, I’m taking my laptop. I can’t help it, I’m a writer. To disconnect me from my laptop would be like shredding an umbilical cord, and I’m too scared to do it. Plus trying to transcribe from longhand would be a nightmare.

I highly doubt I’ll have internet access down there, so let’s expect the next blog entry to be mmmmmm next Sunday? Next Monday? Something like that.

Oh, and if the plane DOES go down, it was fun chatting with you all. Ha ha ha.