Sleepless in Emeryville

It's been a long night. Packing. Getting the house in order. Finishing up my friend's website. Now it's after midnight and I'm just feeling really anxious. I don't know why. Everything is ready to go. I made checklists. I've got food for the flight. I'm good (with everything except the damn Brazilian visa which I'll have to deal with in Buenos Aires). Sleepless in Seattle is on and I've been half watching it while I move around the house and organize everything. The cats are running around like maniacs. There's no reason for me to be anxious. My flight is booked. My seats are reserved. Unusually for me, I have a hotel booked in Santiago. I have directions to the hotel. I feel more prepared for this trip than any I've taken in long time. I've got a few books. I have a dozen audiobooks on my iPod. I've got all my electronic crap and chargers and adapters. Even found the wall adapter for mt iPod which I hadn't seen in years. So why should I be anxious at all?