Wake up call

I woke up to the the tap, tap, tap of short little claws on my nose, and surprisingly pressure packed paws on my chest. This is my cat Jicama's way of insuring that yesterday's dinner is not his last meal. He does this at 5:30am every morning, give or take no more than 1-2 minutes, no matter what time of year it is.
We all have habits and routines. Some good, some not so good. In just a few days the habits and routines of everyone on our Kenya team will be obliterated. In fact as this trip approaches, they have most likely changed somewhat already. For the last week or so, I have been beating my "alarm clock" by 1-2 hours each day, as the to-do list for the trip swirls in my head. So for today, my usual wake up call was quite welcome. I'm not sure if this means that things are close to being in control, or if the 5+ hrs of driving to pick up my daughter from camp...twice yesterday had anything to do with my level of fatigue (that's another story).
I'm looking forward to seeing how everyone responds to the changes that occur during the 16 days we are gone. I am eager to see how those changes affect our routines and habits when we return.