As if I couldn’t have told you this was going to happen: I’m [thinking about] cleaning and all the stuff I need to do before we head out on Thursday. Oh yeah, two hours earlier than I thought we were supposed to.
I had it in my head that our arrival time was our departure time. Let’s not think about how that would have played out at the airport, shall we?
Anyway, sorry, really sucky post, but I must go mop. I’m kind of scared to, but I will. It must be done. How long does it take for old organic things to turn into diamonds?