I missed my self-imposed deadline for my departure to Crete. About one year ago, Yvonne and I agreed that we would celebrate my 50th birthday in our new home. In september this year we adjusted that plan to what I already described as the new plan (see Friday). It still meant that I should have been sipping my ouzo today in Iraklio… Well, we missed that new deadline too. I’m a bad projectmanager. Somehow it feels more Greek though, so I guess I better start learning to live with it.