At lunch today I bought a book called San Francisco Day by Day that lists “must see” things based on the length of your visit. We’re less than 2 months away from our road trip, and I can’t wait – I have to stop myself from packing. It’s too early, even for me.

The outlook for our trip looks good. Ed starts his new job on Monday with a full compliment of vacation days and benefits, and he has already told them about our planned trip for May. I don’t see any difficulties with his job, and my days off have already been approved. This could actually happen. We could *actually* go on a vacation that isn’t to Edmonton. I may have to pinch myself.

I love road trips. There’s something about hopping into a car and pointing it somewhere new that fills me with a very primal glee. If I were a single lass, I would never be around – every free moment I had would I be off exploring something new. Unfortunately, I live in the real world and I have a job and commitments and only 2 days’ worth of music stored on my iPhone so I have to plan my adventures out with a little more restraint. Still, our trip is looking to be fun. The plan is to hop in the car one early Saturday morning in May and not stop (except for socks) until we’re in the shadow of the Golden Gate. Ed’s never been to San Francisco, and I’ve never been on my own terms – I can’t wait. Have I mentioned that I can’t wait? I want to go NOW.

Back to my radio silence, then.