Leaving On A Jet Plane
This Thursday, a savings project that began the day I was married will come to fruition as I go from Seattle to Rome, and then Munich. I said Let’s Go To Japan, and she heard Europe, but if that is the extent of the difficulties inherent in our eternal union then that’s probably okay.
I can’t ride in airplanes without constantly imagining them destroyed by explosive shoes or other genres of dangerous apparel, but it is not fitting to complain about the fact when one is going on a fancy trip. Rest assured that strips have been written for the duration of my trip - until the 16th - and prominently feature a robot whose affection for fruit is unmatched in the world of appliances. I will post whenever I can, as I so enjoy the time we spend together.