Well, the passport is found, the laundry is almost done, the airport transportation is taken care of, the credit card bills are paid, so I can charge to my heart's content (not), the Canadian ATM's location in the airport is determined.

I'm choosing to ignore the slightly swollen glands in my neck...blaming them on two nights of frantic search for the passport. (I've got drugs in the luggage for every eventuality.)

I'm off in the morning for 6 nights in lovely Montreal.

I don't plan to blog.

I don't plan to respond to others' blogs.

I won't have my cell phone turned on.

I will only check emails once a day.

I will cab, walk, or subway, depending on my mood.

I will buy no more that 3, that is 3, Montreal specific tourist items of a kitschy character.

With all due respect to Rachel Ray--on at least two days I will NOT limit myself to $40 a day for food.

I am off the clock.

I am taking my dancing shoes and my walking shoes.

I am not taking any clothes that require ironing.

I am taking 5 novels. Five. None of them mention Presbyterians, or churches (that I know of), or theology, or pastoral care, or stewardship, or budgeting, or war. One of them has a half naked man on the cover. One has two.

I am taking my favorite poetry/hymn writing tool--a yellow legal pad.

I am....

out of here.

Besous!

(Smooches!)