There's just enough time to mention that I'm leaving in a few hours on a flight to London, where I'll see Dead Can Dance perform twice and catch up with my old friend, Bas.
This is a very quick jaunt across the Atlantic; I'll arrive on Tuesday and be back some time Friday afternoon. I could stay longer, but I don't want to leave Sarah any longer than I have to, as she's now a whopping 33.5 weeks pregnant.
I can't wait to see Dead Can Dance, though. This reunion tour represents their first concerts since 1996. I haven't seen them for nine years and my feeling of anticipation is strong.