I spent most of yesterday thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. The plane gets hit by an errant rocket from North Korea. I'm incarcerated in Singapore for "smuggling in" my blood pressure medicine or antidepressant (I have a copy of the prescription). I'm the target of Islamic terrorists. I draw the constant attention of the authorities because I have long hair. I come down with some rare tropical disease. I burn up my laptop with the power (even though the transformer is rated to 230 V and I have the appropriate adapter for Singapore). I meet with unfriendly people in Paris on the way back who make my flight back a living hell. Things that I know won't happen, but that I worry about nevertheless.
I'm definitely my mother's son.