Even backwards. But I still need to say it.
I’m going to start having dreams about forgetting something essential again; I just know it. It’s been a busy and wonderful and sad and full couple of days (all of those things at once, yes, such are the times we live in right now). I am behind on everything. Tomorrow will be another full day, and then there’s Monday, the mother of all catch-up days. And then Tuesday and Wednesday and pretty soon the week will have disappeared and we’ll be putting our passports in my dorky passport carrier that hangs around my neck and tucks into my trousers, and we will get on a plane and that will be that. What doesn’t get done won’t get done. I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine with that when I see a certain little face. Until then, this is me, hanging in there, heading to bed early. Goodnight, all.