In less than two weeks, this family leaves for Chicago. Four days later, it leaves for Zurich, then Zug, then our flat on Weinbergstrasse, then bed, I would imagine. Or not, since we’ll be arriving mid-day.

We will spend five months, maybe six, in Switzerland. Sarah will work, and Mia will go to school, and Max and I will sample as many Swiss cheeses as we can find. Praise cheeses. Especially holey cheeses.

When there’s what to write about, we’ll write about it here.

In the meantime, there’s the getting ready part — clearing the garage to fit two cars and clearing the utilities and clearing the closets and clearing our minds, not that we’ll ever manage that one in the week and two days we have left for it. But we’ll manage something. And on October 5, we’ll go.

Apropos of nothing, the other day Mia revealed to us what’s inside a lobster. Apparently, if you cut it open, there’s ham inside a lobster.