You know what it's like. The mad scramble to get everything in order — documents, laundry done (all five loads), packing, bills paid, dog bathed, hair washed, legs shaved, dog-sitter instructions printed out, house cleaner instructions printed out, husband instructions printed out — so you can leave town.
It's harder work than a paying job. And we do this for pleasure!
Tomorrow we leave for England, my sister and me. On the day flight. That's the good news - the easier to absorb the time change. The day after we will be 'doing' London. Imagine that?
And here's the new wrinkle in my travel arrangements — I fly tomorrow without a book. Never have I left the country without at least one book in my backpack. Of course, I'll have other reading and entertainment materials with me — various magazines to read, from Harpers to Time and from On Health (Consumer Reports' health newsletter — very interesting if you have never seen it) to a Globe Sunday puzzle to puzzle through. And over. But no book. No printed, hold-in-my-own-two-hands book. Instead, I downloaded a novel to my iPhone (is that counter intuitive or what?) and hope to figure out how to listen to it. THEN (drum roll please) when I arrive at Heathrow, I will go directly to W.H. Smith and buy the paperback edition of The Girl Who Kicked a Hornet's Nest. This has been my plan for some time. I've been saving up this third in the Millennium series for just this moment, coveting it like a chocolate truffle at the far end of a crowded table — mine if only I can get to it.
And so a short post tonight because I am up to some happy mischief between now and dawn. Can't say just what because one of my sometime readers might check in.
Till I'm back on you from either above the ocean blue or the other side of the big Atlantic pond....
Truffle: The adventure begins! My sweet sister arrived on the East Coast today. We are all systems go for Liftoff United Kingdom on the morrow. Hoorah!
Quote of the day: "Adventure must start with running away from home." (William Bolitho)