So, Rebecca and a few of the furry kids and I are gonna take a road trip up to the ancestral home in L.A. (That’s Lower Alabama, where folks do have gun racks in the rear windows of their pickups, but the racks are as likely to be full of golf clubs as they are firearms.) Moxie will be holding down the fort, listening to our tunes, petting our cats and, if she’s anything like me, stalking the backyard at odd hours with a bottle in the crook of her elbow when she’s not carefully going through our drawers in search of kink.

Doubt I’ll be posting here until Tuesday, but I’ll be updating my Twitter feed regularly, so there’s that.

Blork.