This was the subject title of Delta Air France’s email to me today. That temporarily filled me with panic.

I started a running list of all the crap to do before I leave and things to get. You know, more unimportant things that I find critical.

Well, gee, Delts. That is a rather good question. Flight booked. Now what?

How about just some plain old excitement up in this joint? Or some day dreaming. Because, no, I’m not interested in car rentals or hotels. Or being further reminded of all the stuff I have to do and get in order. Again. Not really all that much. Just more made up. I’m really good at make believe.

Come to think of it … I think we serious adults do more make believe than children. Yes. I could be on to something there.

So, Delta. Let me tell you about the now what?

This is the now of enjoying and letting it sink in … that Paris will be all mine in two weeks. And, that, My People, is plenty of now within the what for me to handle and take on.

Two weeks! I will be back strolling the streets of Hemingway and Picasso. Being wonderstruck at the beauty of this life and sharing in that wonder with TC. Who will undoubtedly roll his eyes and say a couple GD’s, but he, too, will feel it.