Last night, I had my first nervous-about-France dream. I don't even remember what the issue was, but there was something I had to change (perhaps currency?) and I didn't have enough time. I also wasn't packed, and I was leaving the next day. Was very relieved to wake up with two weeks until I actually have to board a plane. Knowing how these things go, though, they're sure to fly by, and then I will be pressed to get everything ready at the last minute.
So much for that; it's my birthday tomorrow! And I'm going to be twenty? How about that.