If all goes well, by the time you read this I’ll be on my way to India. Okay, I’ll probably just be on my way to the airport, but still, I’m heading that way. We’re going the Atlanta/NY/Paris/India route this time so the likelihood of us getting kicked off as some point is pretty high. Especially if we get one of those wacky flight attendants that starts screaming we’re gonna crash. Kittens, I will take her OUT.
I’m packed, I’ve given JD and Moon extensive instructions, all my work is done, and I’ve said my good-byes. Even Tania-the-Mad emailed me to say she LOVED ME. Yeah, she thinks I’m gonna die. Of course, I told her I loved her too. Fear runs in the family.
I’ll update when I can. Two years ago I had to walk a mile in the hot sun to get on the internet. Totally. Worth. It.
This picture must have been taken after I got back.
If you think about it, say a prayer for me and Mantamy.
Next stop, New York!