I see that the last time I wrote a personal entry in this journal, the Victorias were “most likely” headed to Paris. Ha! I take that “most likely” and raise you a “not”.
Actually, we’re going to London. That is, we’re going to London for now. In keeping with the breathless changes of the past few months, if I write “we’re going to London”, it’s probable we’ll end up in New York city.
And why not. We go where the work is, and right now the work is most definitely in London. How long that’ll last is anyone’s guess, but I’m growing philosophical about this problem in my decrepitude, and also increasingly interested in being wrong.
Which is just as well, don’t you think?