I leave on a jet plane tonight for Vienna and, therefore, will not be blogging till I return to work on Wednesday. Tragically, while I am away, much will occur. A new Harry Potter book and Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory are both out this weekend. Sigh. It's like childhood heaven. Seriously, if any of you give away plot of the Harry Potter book before I get my hands on it, you're in big trouble.
I morbidly bequeathed some prized possessions today to friends in the event that I die a fiery death on this sojourn. I, of course, expect all to go well. But Kate helpfully quoted Dave Barry's definition of humor to me: "A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which we realize that we are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how we express the anxiety we feel at this knowledge." Amen to that. A good friend of mine died very suddenly last year, and so I occasionally feel the need to a) tell my people how very much I love them, and how special they have made my life; and b) to joke about the fact that I don't really own anything good to give away.... except my shoes.
So, if I kick the bucket, I'm sure my parentals will host a nice luncheon in my honor, since I don't want a funeral. Do raise a glass of Macallen's single malt and toast yourselves for putting up with me and for making every day worthwhile.
Otherwise, I shall speak with you again next week, with tales of wiener schnitzel, beer, Austrian wine, a library the likes of which I have never seen, palaces, quirky Janetisms, sacher torte, and more Gustav Klimt than you can shake a stick at.
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