Lily's Pond of Fictional Reflections

I guess this may be the first many people have heard about it, but I'm off to Europe. In fact, I've already gone.

I've been meaning to update about many things in the last few weeks--my package from the US, my dubiously awesome Eye-Fi wireless SD card, my packing list, my itinerary, my struggles finishing this year's Mystery Festival before leaving, even the Storey Bridge Climb, which is actually mostly unrelated to my trip.

Unfortunately the conmbination of interesting and eminantly bloggable events has left me with a ridiculous dearth of time in which to actually update said blog. (Unlike usual, when it's the dearth of material which prevents regular updates.)

In any case, on May 8th, at 2:45, with all packages unpacked, wireless cards wired, packs packed, itineraries itineraried, bridges climbed, and mysteries--mostly!--solved, my cousin and I waved goodbye to Hubby and climbed aboard a flight to London for eight and a half weeks of non-stop-Hubbieless-partying backpacking through Europe.

Our itinerary, roughly, is one week in the UK, two and a half weeks on an organised bus tour of western Europe, three and a half weeks with a Eurail pass and no plans, and one week in Scandinavia.

At the moment, on the plane between Brisbane and Singapore at 9:00am London time on a day that's already been eighteen hours long, in a week that's been eighteen hours short on sleep, I should be writing the Mystery Festival. I should, and I have been, and maybe it's the lack of sleep, but damn this stuff I've already written is good.

I only wish I feel like I could write stuff half this good for the rest of it. I know it's in there--all I have to do is get it out onto paper. Some time in the next twenty hours.

That can't be so hard!

Can it?

( Blogs on a plane! )