If you take that lip balm, sir, then the terrorists have won

Today is the big day! There’s a freezer full of food for the kids, the dog and a bin of kibble for the cat. Then it’s off to strap my ass to a big old aluminum tube with a few hundred strangers, breath in what they breath out for, oh, 10 hours or so and then try to remain calm and coherent answering the trying-to-trip-up-bad-guys questions from the professionally suspicious Border Guards. With less than 4 hours sleep. Then it’s off to lumber down the streets of Edinburgh with an enormous back pack and a wheelie suitcase…you’ll hear the little plastic wheels screeching over the cobblestones from here.

Anyway, the donkeys are going on the road. I’ve started a real, like, travel blog thing I’m calling Sermons in Stones . There’s a post on it now closing the most recent chapter in my life. I hope to be posting there in a few days about the wonderful world of jet lag, haggis and where my Gran played when she was a nae mair than a wee bairn. That will be after I get over my post jet ride nausea…I don’t get motion sickness while in motion, only when it stops. But it passes. So to speak.

I’ll try to keep posting here too but if I’m not here I’m there.