Anticipation.

Yesterday I polished and practiced my talk for the workshop, with help from Mom, John, and Fred, and got all the materials together. (I tried going up to the Botanic Garden Centre to scope the place out, but the burglar alarm went off as soon as I stuck my head in... No one came to investigate, but I didn't go in again.) Today, I got up, ate breakfast, drilled myself on the talk outline, gathered my things with nervous neatness, and bounced around the flat awhile. The anticipatory excitement makes me think I need a T-shirt: "Caution -- squeaky when excited." I leave for the Garden in 15 minutes to head up to the Garden. Oh, this will be good!