Where does the time go?

In 13 days I'll be in Switzerland, assuming the planes are flying and I can motor up to to the jetway. I'll try not to be too obnoxious about it between now and then.

I'm in the middle of one of those awful stretches of insomnia. Nothing seems to help except a sleeping pill, and I don't want to get hooked on those. Life is pretty good on all counts these days, even work, so it's not a stress-related thing. Just life, I guess.

PJ is off living on her own (sort of), she's house- and puppy-sitting for a friend and enjoying being independent. We miss her terribly, even though we see little of her when she calls these walls "home."