Bon Voyage, To Me

In a few hours, I'll be flying across the ocean on Friday the 13th, which may or may not be the dumbest thing I've ever done. I'm not overly superstitious, but then I don't try to spit in superstition's face, either.

Heidi told me she'd be there waiting at Charles deGaulle airport--somewhere--for me. She doesn't have a cell phone, and I'm leaving mine with Mark, so I'm just crossing my fingers that we will connect. Of course, by then it will be October 14, which I'm pretty sure increases my chances of having success.