Confidential to my meteor
All right, Meteor That is Always Zeroed in on my Forehead, waiting to map its coordinates and wipe out my existence.
I booked a flight.
And while I *could* do my usual morning project that day from the airport, I’m going to take a leap of faith that I can have coverage that day.
I’m going to do my usual and forget entirely that I have a trip booked. Until, like the day before when I’m working late and haven’t yet packed.
After all, we don’t want that meteor to know our whereabouts until the last possible moment so it cannot possibly have an opportunity to screw with us.
Dear Meteor,
Please don’t screw this up.
Love,
Goddess