Who Wants to Drive Me to the Airport?

My goals for this week:

• Get maps and draw routes of travel
• Pack
• Brush up at least a teeny bit on my French
• Catch up on my British TV
• Mention my trip to London and Paris as many times as I possibly can

That's right XXs and XYs, in less than one week I'll be on my way over the Atlantic to Albion and later on to Lutetia for as many delicacies as I can stomach.

Flights booked. Hotels paid for. Chunnel trip reserved. I'm four workdays, one weekend, and a layover in Houston away from finally getting off this continent. I may be headed to the land of full-size beds, but I couldn't be more excited (unless, perhaps, I were going to the moon—and the moon had king-size beds).

I'm not sure yet whether I'll be too excited to blog or too excited not to blog, so you'll just have to wait and see.