So my author bio in the back of my books can read "When Hertha is playing, you can find her in the Olympic Stadium." (Or, if I get published in Germany, "Wann Hertha spielt, findet man sie in der Ostkurve.") Because you know that's what I'd be doing on match days if I lived in Berlin, wearing blue and white.

I wonder if I'd need a work visa if I work as a writer for myself. Looking into it now would be rather premature.

I do have a horror that we sell the house, the cars, and a lot of furniture, ship the rest to Germany, and fail to thrive there, and have to come back, without a place to return to or any stuff (like cars and jobs). That doesn't mean I shouldn't try, you know? A trial period, a few months to see if I can find paying work, say, before selling the house and bringing Ben over, would help out. (I also have a horror of renting an apartment or finding a WG sight unseen. Maybe by then Chiara, the Italian gal in my Goethe class, will have moved there & I could borrow part of her floor while looking for a place to stay.)

Pity the Embassy probably doesn't need a pharmacist on site. I wouldn't even have to do anything for my licensure, since federal facilities only require licensure in a US state. (I could work in any VA or military base in the country on my NC license.)

That time in which I watch a Scorpions video on youtube and attempt to wax philosophic about an event that happened 6 time zones away when I was 13.

Somehow, 9 November snuck up on me this year. I was writing checks this morning, and I realized today's the 9th. Man.

The video I linked last year was removed by the user, sadly.