At Columbus on Monday we ate at Le Petit Bistro. Even though I didn't enjoy the food, I did enjoy the name.

So I'm leaving Friday. I can't believe it's here. Then I can, because it really is past time to go.

I should be packing.

Which reminds me of when I say I should be sleeping. So here's a story for the road. (And for SB.)

Once upon a time, a princess was trapped in a high tower in a land far far away. Knights in their glistening armor rode from countries far to try to rescue the fair maiden from her tower of doom, but met disaster. For the pretty princess had dreams of a perfect knight (with armor brighter than the sun and a heart of gold,) and turned away the knights in less perfect armor that tried to rescue her from her prison.

One gloomy day, the knight worthy of the princess came over the long bridge to her tower high. He fought bravely the princess' dragon, (the one she hired to burn the knights unworthy,) and survived. Mounting his horse, he noticed that his armor was not as shiny as the sun, but his heart was hopeful as he rode up to the tower gates.

As he climbed the stairs he called out the princess' name in hope she would hear his voice and know it was him.

As he reached the top, she was waiting for him in her best dress and crown of diamonds.

But alas - she didn't recognize his voice and chopped his head off, splattering blood of gold on her beautiful clothes and tarnishing her crown forever with the heart of her true love.

The end.