A week from now...

It's 9:07am. I'm sitting at the counter trying not to go nutty by the sound of the bus, car and bike running laps around the livingroom and kitchen. I've written a list of things I hope to accomplish today: paycheque, stamps, stationary, glue?, candy?, haircuts?, toiletry bag, horses... with corresponding places to go - work, bank, candy store, stationary store, Kent - course if I go to Walmart I could probably cut out the candy store, stationary store, Kent. But am I up for Walmart with the Munsters?

A week from now it'll be 9:18 on September 5th (you try to write quickly while answering the phone and being summoned to witness poops of enourmous lengths). We'll be at the airport, I hope, or at least very close. We'll be on our way to China and to AnnaWen.

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