It's official

I am FREAKING OUT.  Seriously.  I even considered waking K up from his most likely deep and restful sleep in Darjeeling to tell him the extent to which I am FREAKING OUT.  But instead of interrupting his dreams of beautiful mountain vistas and tranquil Buddhist stupas, I had to go to a meeting here at work about something that will not involve me in approximately one week.  ARGH!  Did I mention that I have to move from the west coast to the east coast and start work there in less than one month?  And that I should probably at least look like I have my shit together when I show up for my first day of work?  FREAKING OUT does not help me to exude an air of shit-togetherness.