And everything’s fine now. (Knowing that a mood swing is a mood swing does take some of the thrill-ride quality away from it.)
So now I can pack, because starting tomorrow, right after the house-sitter arrives, we get a little time to ourselves. In some order or other, we will visit Peter’s mum (here represented by her justly famous soda bread recipe): see That Kickass Party Town, Z�rich: visit the sublime and hilarious J�rg and Bice in Bern: and soak our heads for a short period in Leukerbad the beautiful. And then, much too soon, come home and go back to work again. (See, there are these Romulans…)
I may still blog. I may not. Herself only knows what I’ll do. But I will think kindly of all of you in the Blogosphere while lying in the Alpentherme (or even the Burgerbad) and allowing 2 l/s of hot mineral water (not the stinky kind: Leukerbad’s water is like hot Perrier…) to pour on my head.
