Now I'm home with four objectives before I crawl into bed:
1) Run one last time.
2) Do a mountain of stinky-runner and painty-bathroom laundry.
3) Figure out what the hell I'm going to pack. And then squeeze it all into my handsome luggage set.
4) Get a key to Dan so he can water my plants and bring in my mail
Then, at an ungodly early hour tomorrow, I climb onto a plane and wing my way off to a week-long vacation in Montreal.
The vacation is centered around the VIIe Festival International GALA Choruses, which is a very weird name for a week-long concert of gay men's choruses. My chorus is the first to perform -- we're on Sunday, and we kick off a whole week of singing and exploring Montreal and getting to know gay singers from all over the world
And I've already packed a pile of work to bone up on during the flight home. I'm just lucky that way.
Anyway, I assume I'll find an Internet cafe somewhere in Montreal and make a few posts about my adventures this week.
Be good while I'm gone. And if you're not good, write to tell me all about it.