Freaky Friday (or Wednesday Perhaps)

When I was talking to DP, the Swiss correspondent today, we realized how odd it seems that's he's in Europe all alone - without Chris and I in Munich. Not that we lived in the same city, but there was something to be said for being right next door. The drive from Zurich to Munich is only a short 3 hours, so we were never that far away. Besides that, it's even more bizarre that we've flipped continents. Call it Freaky Friday. He's there. We're here in his flat. And as our friend Matt commented the other night while watching a movie here, he expected DP to come from around the corner at any minute. True dat.