Today is the first day of June. It’s the start of the hurricane season. My friend from the labor center flew home to Nicaragua yesterday and I just learned that Nicaragua was hit by a the first tropical depression of the season on Friday (before the season, actually). I’ve been helping to organize a conference for the upcoming week and I’ve learned that I hate organizing conferences. I’m simply not organized enough, nor do I care to be that organized. I do not care to be in charge of a group of people either. I could never be a wedding planner. Part of this has to do with the fact that I tend to fret. Even though I’ve taken care of everything I was supposed to take care of, I fret over “what if’s”: What if the traveler arrives at the super shuttle desk and they don’t have his name? What if the bus driver can’t find the dorm? These are things I don’t really want to care about, but I do because I’m uber-responsible and they were my responsibilities to handle. And I did. I’ve done everything I was asked. But what if?

Today is the first day of June, which means my thesis writing procrastination is officially over. Starting today, I’ve got to work on it constantly. I have plenty of material; it’s just a matter of organizing and picking the right words to tell the stories I have so far. I leave Saturday for TX/MEX. I cannot wait. I still haven’t called Texas Border Patrol because I’ve been working overtime, and keep forgetting to call. I must do that Monday. I’m hoping to ride along with one of the agents, but I don’t know how likely it is that I’ll be permitted to do so. It doesn’t hurt to ask.