Day 339

We are - apparently - going to the south coast this weekend, and it's a surprise. I don't know if I like surprises. - gulps - puts me out of my control..but it's a sweet thought of wanting to surprise me. On the other hand, ....I choose not to imagine the unforeseen events, YET one's subconscious cannot help it. "Stop it, think nothing, expect nothing, and you won't be disappointed". I rationalize: He's at work everyday, and when he's home, I know what he gets up to, there's NO way he's prepared anything. Undermine his multi-tasking abilities - yes - there's not going to be a surprise this weekend.