Two Weeks in Review

Where is 2005 going? I blinked and it's tax day. The last couple of weeks have been nutty. On top of my folks finally calling me from their B & B in Bordeaux to let me know they are alive and have not, in fact, been kidnapped by the French wine cartels. They still have no house, but they don't sound worried about that. I have a plane ticket now and dates I'll be gone. There is something incredibly solidifying about buying a plane ticket. It doesn't matter how long the trip is, or where I go, just having the ticket means I know where I have to be and what I need to be ready for....