It's ungodly early Monday morning and I'm at the Eurostar station at
Waterloo. I'll be traveling to Paris this morning, then switch to a
Brussels hotel tonight and spend the day in the office there tomorrow.
Theresa and I are in our periodic busy periods. She worked until late
last night and then will work two overnights when I get back, so we'll
barely see each other this week. We're still waiting to win the
lottery.
