Has it dawned on anyone else that I’m leaving for France in 36 hours? With all my worrying about teeth, sockets, rats, sutures, work, vets, dentists, driving, deposits, laundry, etc etc, I think I forgot.

We leave Friday at 12:30.

We will arrive in Paris around noon on Saturday, then promptly hop on a bus to take us to a subway that will take us to a high speed train that will take us to Marseille where T. will pick us up in a car that will take us to Bandol. (If that sounds hectic: blame T.! It was her idea!) Bandol, for new readers, or those who need reminding, is the lovely place where I have friends who run a winery. We will be staying at the charming Domain de la Tour du Bon in the fantastical Chez Antoine until Wednesday or Thursday. Then we will head up to Paris to hang out there for my birthday, which is Friday.

I started vaguely thinking about packing tonight, and that makes me happy and excited. The rat is healing, my mouth doesn’t hurt much, and I think (hope?) everything will be just fine.