In eight days I will be on the flight to HEL.
Which ideally will not be the flight from HEL.
Anyone who has ever told me that I am going straight to HEL: you are wrong. I have a stopover in Reykjavik.
Tip the waitstaff, friends, we’re here all week. And then we’re going to Finland.
Seriously, I do intend to think of other things in the next week. But not a lot of them. Because: Finland and Sweden. Sweden and Finland. Packing and getting foreign moneys and writing up informative house things for our dear housesitter/dogsitter and making sure the people who have May birthdays will have May birthday cards early rather than late and…stuff. The stuff that is stuff. Stuff like using up the remaining foodstuffs but not so soon that we have to buy a lot more of it to use up. That stuff.
If I did this sort of thing less often I would be worse at it, and if I did it more often I wouldn’t have to think about it quite so much. But I’m in this middle ground where it’s not old hat but there has to be a very, very detailed list.
So: blogging light over the next month. Is what I’m saying. I will have email. Email is so useful. Yay email.
|Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux|