I've got jump money, my kids are managed, and it's been 14 days since my last jump. I feel like I should join a support group. "Hello. My name is Sarah, and I'm an adrenaline junkie." I'm suffering from withdrawal, and I'm jonesing for a jump. I've been trying to think of other ways to get an adrenaline fix. Racing cars? Too dangerous! Bungee jumping? Too dangerous. Rock climbing? Hmmm...Now there's a real possibility! My brother, Joseph, is a climber. I will ask him about this the next time I see him.

Maybe I could join the FBI, go undercover and infiltrate a drug ring. Not! I'm sure I'm way too suburban mom for the FBI, plus me pursuing a career involving firearms would probably be grounds for divorce.

The only thing that will make this feeling go away is a jump. I need to do it. I want that adrenaline fix. I check the weather report right before I go to bed. Partly cloudy. That means mostly sunny...right? 

I wake up at 4:00 AM and check the hourly forecast. It's a crap shoot. My dilemma:

I have a window of opportunity. If I go to Orange, I can get the ground training for Category C. If I stay home, I can do an assortment of housework and perhaps organize my closet. The kids won't be around so I might actually be able to write without interruptions. Hmmm...what to do?

I've gone to great lengths to manage all the other variables, why can't the weather cooperate?

Feeling defeated, I flop down on the sofa with my favorite blanket and snuggle up. I decide that I will not set an alarm. If I fall asleep and I don't wake up in time to go, I'm not going. Ned said if I thought the weather was iffy that I shouldn't come.

I never get back to sleep. I check the weather again at 5:30. Still a crap shoot. That's when I remember something one of the licensed jumpers said, "If you don't come out, you're definitely not jumping".  I'm going!