In six scant hours I'll travel to the airport, argue about my bags being shipped, probably experience several small dramas of life and death and rest unrestfully in the terminal until the joy ... the total joy and pleasure of Emirates begins. Lotions and cologne in the bathroom, in flight tv and movies, stewardesses with smiles and gin & tonics, comfort, ease, rest and - 23 hours later - home.
Goodbye street cows! I'll actually miss you! ... In the hypothetical sense.