But it's been so very busy around here, and it will be good for us to spend three weeks just the two of us. Family here will be enjoying our garden terrace, and some sleep training and sleep catch-up for one small weary family will be expedited by the extra condo space. And we'll be in a few European cities that have architecture and culture and food enough to distract me from worrying about the aphids on my roses or whether my daughter has watered the plants on the front balcony . . . .
It's been awhile since we've done a trip that involves moving relatively often, and I'm not sure what that might mean for blogging. But we'll be in Paris tomorrow morning, and once I've got over that first horrid confrontation with jetlag (I rarely sleep more than 20-30 minutes on the flight, and we arrive in the morning before our room will be ready, and it's a nine-hour time zone change!), I'll be doing my best to post a few times a week. Between that, I'll certainly be posting on Instagram.
Off I go then. . . .