My good friend Dave W emailed me to offer his support writing "something like this happens to me all the time." It's true, bad things just seem to happen to Dave. So much so that I firmly believe Murphy's law should be re-written to "if anything can go wrong, it will (happen to Dave)". He always had the most interesting adventures when he'd travel for work to the US or UK, I suppose I'm getting a taste of it.
On a brighter note, I just finished packing up my apartment. It was a daunting task, squeezing everything Meg and I had collected in the last year into 2 carry-ons and 3 checked bags but at least it's done. Now, if only I was able to go somewhere....
Sean
P.S. Aunt Marion, if I can't made it to your house for Sunday dinner, save me a plate. ;)
1 comment:
ah the old consilient guitar, how i miss jamming in the lunch room.
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