Some weeks ago, my tremendously thoughtful wife, Kate, informed me of several facts:
- that I needed to clear my calendar for a three-day excursion this weekend – Friday night through Monday evening.
- that we would be traveling by airplane, but no passports are required.
- That we will be going someplace that’s roughly equivalent in climate to where we are now, “possibly a little warmer.”
After many, many years of mutually agreed upon low-key birthdays, this is a radical departure from the norm. I have been excited for weeks, and am eagerly anticipating the rare feeling I’ll have this afternoon: that of stepping out of the house without being on a plan I’ve helped set up. (It is entirely possible that someone reading this is at our destination right now, for all I know.)