Twenty-one days

Just past ten on a Thursday night. I always think Thursdays are special because there is Friday and the glorious, blessed, munificent weekend to look forward to. And I'm in an extra tizzy because, in just 21 days' time, I am off--finally--to Europe!

The excitement has been building for weeks, ever since my plans started coming together. More on this later.

Tonight, also, Patricia is in town, but I won't get to see her. Right now she's certainly sitting in some transit terminal at Chek Lap Kok, waiting for the plane that will take her to France to join her husband and start a new life as an immigrant in Europe.