She's there. I'm glad I didn't know until now about the plane belly-flopping onto the runway, whatever that means, exactly, but they seem all to have gotten off alive. And then gone to buy wine, because they can.
They went to Mass at St. Peter's today; Crispina stayed home sick, and she and Aelred, who stayed with her, took a virtual tour of St. Peter's in honor of the occasion.
My camera has gone to Rome, too, so I'm expecting pictures. Lots and lots and lots of pictures. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots, to make up for the ones I won't be taking (well, to be fair, she left me her camera, but it's just not the same somehow . . . ).
Anyway, there she is. Someone at Mass today (not at St. Peter's) asked me how I was, was I missing her, and I said that I didn't miss her so much as I wanted to be her right now.