Day 365: Geneva

Back after a break. I've missed this practice. It does my soul good.

It didn't have my name, but it was good.

One thing stands out: an almost-perfect moon, full and fat and bright, seen out of the aeroplane window. There was cloud. If I hadn't been in the sky myself, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of it. And being met by a man with a sign at the airport, a man who took us to his prepaid taxi and drove us to our destination just so. I've never done that before. I was slightly ungainly in my glee.

I'm pleased to... oh... I was just about to be pleased to announce something, but I've forgotten what it was. From this, I conclude that it was probably something that was 'quite good' rather than 'absolutely brilliant', or I'd have remembered. Good that I was pleased, though, and pleased enough to consider an announcement.

A text saying just this: PUT THAT BANANA DOWN! made me do a snort on the train. Thanks, Daniel. 

I love a good synapse, me.

Good bit of face time with the tiny curly one in stormy Melbourne. She also does my soul good. That's why she is mentioned on here such a lot. 

Finally, a hotel room with a bath and separate shower, a good firm bed, a view onto a lake* and very lovely staff has to be a plus. Off to try out all of those things (I already had a go on the staff, so not them). I'll let you know.

* I can't see said view. It's dark. Just knowing it's there makes me feel special, though.