Like lightning

Test blog go. T-36 hours to departure for my new life, via 24-hours or more en route to arrive at the much-awaited reunion with my husband.

Yesterday, I was talking with an old friend who I lived with in the tropics last time. As I was nervously asking if he remembered if I had any serious issues (always check with someone else, right?) he basically told me not to sweat it because I was tough #1 and #2 that I was older and wiser now. Thank goodness for the latter. When the sh*t does hit the fan, as it does, it won’t be the first time, and not even the first time tropical-style.

preparáte, aquí vengo.