This morning the alarm woke me at 6:30 -- but not for my usual exercise class. Today I had to take Martin to the airport. Have you kicked him out? Did you send him to live with his mother? Did he finally get fed up with your references to Wasabi Boy? Well, no. He's been hired as Assistant Director on a film. LA? NY? Chicago? Try China.
Two weeks ago he came home after work and informed me that this job had suddenly become a distinct possibity. Eighteen hours later, the hire was confirmed and he was arranging for an emergency passport and visa. Right now he's several thousand feet above this earth on his way to Guangzhou -- northeast of Hong Kong. And once he lands, he'll be there for at least six weeks.
So my upcoming week will involve orienting myself to my new perfect job and arranging for a month's worth of childcare and visiting with dear out-of-towners and stealing a few moments with Wasabi Boy. And I can say with no uncertainty that it will all work out exactly as it should.