So.... it's the eighteenth of August, my calendar tells me. That means I am leaving for Scotland, um, tomorrow! How about that?
I have not even opened the lovely Frommer's Scotland book I so studiously borrowed from the library three weeks ago.
I realized this morning that we probably should obtain a power adapter or converter thingiemabober, but I have no idea which kind.
I have not packed.
I have not finished reading Twilight for the third time.
I think it might be cold in Scotland.
I am not sure where my passport is.
But most importantly: despite several diligent web searches, I have not been able to find Ewan McGregor's address.
So, internet, I may not see you for awhile. Don't rob our house, we have three vicious attack cats armed with a pink piggie and an arsenal of Aflac duck keychains.