We’ve been awake since way before 5:00 this morning just tooo excited to sleep any more. The flight is 4:30ish this afternoon and almost everything is packed. We saw our grandson last night and our daughter and son-in-law. Pizza and beer for dinner. No cooking on the night before a big flight. That’s to keep the sink from piling up with dishes, but still there were plates and cups cluttering the kitchen this morning. Ah, domesticity. Well, that’s the last I want to see of that kind of thing for the next two weeks. It’s eating out, eating the unusual, eating on the run and never having to look at a messy kitchen that I feel that I have to clean.
The last couple of days have been filled with excitement. I found out yesterday that the anthology of New York mystery stories where I’d had a story accepted has found a publisher and at the last minute I had to sign a contract and send a photo and bio. I’m not complaining, but it did ratchet up the excitement.
We’re ready for anything. Let the adventure begin.
