Everything is good. Obviously it's not easy being separated by a large body of salt water, but it's also not impossible to deal with. Basically we make sure that we have some sort of contact (even if it's just a text message) every day. I called Cingular and got a really good rate to call him, and he did the same with whatever crazy British company he uses. (But my rate is better--God Bless America! United We Stand and all that)

We have experienced a brief glitch as his company has given him a 6 week kilt-wearing assignment in Scotland. As he'll be staying at a hotel, he may or may not have internet access and may or may not have a computer. Still, there's the phone and I'm almost looking forward to improving my epistolary endeavors. Except the hand cramps, I hate the hand cramps.

As of right now, the plan is for me to spend two weeks there for my big three-oh in November. I think that's probably when we'll do a lot of the "what now?" kind of talking. We'll see. But the point is we're doing really well.