Nervous? Who, me??

     For those of you who really know me, you know I tend to worry about little things.  You also know I tend to procrastinate and under plan.
     I always say it will be different, but it never is.  I guess after 65 years of living like this, it is an ingrained behavior that will be hard to change.  Then I think:  Why bother?  I am closer to senility than puberty, so I guess I will just go on like I always have.
    Which brings me to my carry-on bag.
     After much discussion with wifey, we both ordered carry-on bags for our upcoming trip.  Previously I just brought and old back pack that I stuffed full of things that would carry us through for one or two days.  But this year, since I am staying longer, I felt we each needed a carry-on bag.  So I ordered one, conforming to the carry on limitations of the airline I am flying in Europe.
     Got the bag yesterday.  It was made for a Smurf.
     How am I going to get my camera, computer and 13 pairs of underwear in this little thing?  I don't see how it will be possible.
     And I am not exaggerating.  I can wear one pair of pants for a month....but my undies have to be clean each and every a.m.  I can't go through a day with already worn and not washed in warm water underwear.  Yes, I will wash it in the sink and let it hang dry.  But it has to be clean when I dress in the morning.
     I can wear shirts and socks for days....just hit them with a little deoderant and they are good to go.       But my undies must be clean.
      So now I am worried I won't be able to pack what I need in the carry on.
     And there is all the stuff.
     One problem with living in Europe is people (not giving any names) have a need for comfort food.  Strawberry Twizzlers.  Cake mix.  Frosting.  Sweet  Baby Rays barbecue sauce.  Mini Ravioli from the chef.   Just to name a few.
     Add in some clothes she left here last summer, and you can imagine I don't even have room in my suitcase for the 32 pairs of underwear I need for the three week tour.
     So now we are packing a box.  Hopefully it will weigh less than 50 pounds.  Not because I am old and feeble and should not lift anything over 30 pounds, but because it cost a whole bunch of money if it goes over 50 pounds.  A whole bunch.
  Now I am worried about that too.  And that's not all!  Will my camera stop working?  Will the villa we rented be as is described?  Is this a giant scam and we have been defrauded by some cunning criminal?  Will I find my passport, the adapters for the computers and chargers, the International Driving Permit I need for Italy and got two weeks ago and can't remember where I put it so I would not lose it paper.....
     I remember a saying:  Getting there is half the fun.
     Obviously, that speaker was not living in my world.  Or in my head.