So Mum called me at 10:30 this morning. I remember this because I was still in bed but perfectly alert. I don't remember what was going through my mind, but I do remember that I was wishing that I could have the comfort of the bed with me all the time. Of course, this is impossible, for we never learn anything from such comfort, so I rolled out of bed and answered the phone when it rang.

It was Mum. This is my chance, I thought. She asked me how I was doing. I told her I was doing fine, which is, of course, the universal answer to "How are you?", but I really was doing fine--even fantastically--so why lie? Then I told her about the France trip.

"Well, you're going to have to start saving your money, aren't you?" she said.

YES.

I can make this happen.

(Which reminds me, I'll need a tag for this. I'll think of that later.)