Hurrah, I am off to Oxford on Saturday, for a few days in the UK office. According to all sources (the BBC and Facebook), there’s been about a foot of snow so far, and more is forecast for next week. I’m hoping for a terrific snowstorm next Thursday that will force me to miss my flight and to stay trapped in the Old Parsonage, sipping wine by a roaring fireplace instead. How terrible that wouldn’t be.
It’s going to be a busy week, because on top of the roughly 549 meetings that are being squeezed into 31/2 days, I also get to hang out with my friends. Thus S is picking me up from the airport and putting me up for a night in her flat, which I’ll get to see for the first time; I’m having lunch with A and her children and maybe even her husband if he’s not off in foreign parts. There’s dinner with J and M and S on Wednesday, and I may try to fit in a couple of lunches as well. And when the socialising is all over and done with, I’ll tromp off back to my lovely hotel room.
I love travelling.
When/if I get back, I drive up to Boston for an overnighter, where as luck would have it I will hopefully be meeting up with Anna Lawrence Pietroni, shortly-to-be-famous author of Ruby’s Spoon (hey, gotta plug your friends, right?)
All in all, not a bad start to the year.