A 37 day imaginary travelogue of a trip
to Rome (with a few scattered other places such as New York). This is
written to match the journey I am actually taking, and so each post
is concurrent with the more or less actual day my wife and I are
experiencing in Rome.
What day number are we on?: minus one!
Level of writer's drunkenness (in real
life, scale of 1-10): Zero! But I had a cold press coffee 45 minutes ago.
What am I eating (in real life again)?: Nothing
Map or picture: General area of home
Any other notes/Status: I have ten minutes to write each of these posts. I have spent now over an hour on this one and have not begun the actual entry!
Today's Entry:
We leave tomorrow, but I have now been preparing for ten months. It all comes down to socks. How many socks should I pack. I have two imperatives:
1. Pack as many socks as possible to cut down on required washing.
2. Pack as few socks as possible to cut down on bulk.
We are traveling with alarmingly small backpacks, one each. I have one paperback (a Nero Wolfe book I have never read!) and a minimum of clothes and papers and toiletries. I also have some cashews. I'm a little nervous. I'll go sit on the couch and and watch time pass for awhile.
I'm hoping my travelogue will have more interesting things when we actually leave. I'm a little worried what the spiders in my basement will do without me for five weeks. And don't worry, I'll bring back kittens for everyone!
Cashews, nice.
ReplyDeletecouldn't agree more.
DeleteOH, and as you would understand I hope, I will now be entering radio silence, so to speak. Please comment, but my responses will not come for a month and a half!
DeleteThis will be reflected in my comments note.
Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody in there? Please nod if you can hear me. ....Is there anyone at home?....
ReplyDeleteNo, i can't take this. Your abandonment of this blog is throwing me into an existentialist dilemma!!! I'm texting pope Francis!
I hope Pope Francis reassured you on his Twitter feed.
DeleteOdd that you used a Pink Floyd vernacular, they love Pink Floyd above all else in Rome.