9:30 in the evening and new reservations have been made; we head to Oz on 29 November.
I'm over the whole damn thing.
I have three weeks to write something worthwhile. Time to buckle down and do some serious writing - which means, I suppose, find the humour in all of this angst.
I'm reading Snow Crash on my birthday kindle - even that dark futuristic science fiction is full of black humour and some downright light stuff as well. Time to go in search of that which makes us laugh whilst in the midst of misery.
Any suggestions? My good blogger friend, POD, manages to create just that sort of blurb on a daily basis.
And Jack, the Wanderer, another fine blogger, does the same. Look for my humble attempts in future notes.