So I have a blog

So I have mastered blog technology. Or think I have. Ten to one I erase, crash or otherwise demolish it. But that doesn't mean I have anything pithy, witty or greatly interesting to anyone other than my darling husband. Of course, he is wise enough to tell me I'm greatly interesting even if he has no earthly idea what I'm talking about. Smart man.

The Countdown

The countdown has begun. Will it be 13 days to match? Less? I am certain that no matter what happens, we will be traveling on September 18th and 19th, only because I am supposed to be somewhere those days. Just like washing your car makes it rain and lighting a cigarette (not that I would) makes your food come from the kitchen, I suspect Murphy's law of The People's Republic dictates that after a three year wait, travel should be scheduled when I am supposed to be elsewhere or when it is most expensive. Should have planned important events six or eight months ago. Or a year. But that would have been too easy. And if God was ready for us to be matched, we would have been. All in his time.