We were taught, when we were kids, not to profane because “God is listening.” And good grief, certainly it’s true. I looked back at all of my maundering on about dragging things behind me, not using the good things in my life, not jumping out there and living, and voila — we’re going to Glasgow. Scotland. UK. In two months.

I won’t have much time to write for awhile. OR to think. Or sleep. There will be a lot of sitting and blinking frantically. There IS time to do everything that is needful. But only just.

Should really buy my ticket on Monday.

Wow.

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