It should be obvious to all you sensitive readers that my spirits and energy are flagging, and the best treatment for flagging spirits is, of course, a road trip.
So we — Kate and I, plus the dog — are hitting the road. Are we bound for Florida or a cruise, as many of Kate’s classmates were this week? Are we going to Madrid, like the kid next door? No and no. We’re going to that city of light, city of magic, Columbus, Ohio. Call me on my cell if you need me, and if you don’t have the number, you don’t need me.
In the meantime, one last bit o’ bloggage. While I’m increasingly weary of the line-by-line Internet “takedown,” every so often someone finds a new way to do it, as when World o’ Crap marries Peggy Noonan to her spiritual predecessor, Jack Handey.
Oh, and it seems Jon Carroll batted another triple today. Or it might just be that I’m vulnerable to the message — trapeze art and change and listening to your broccoli. Yep, that could be it.
See you back here after the weekend. I have a full tank of gas, temperatures in the 60s and a mind to do anything, anything! With an 8-year-old in tow, however, it will likely be something like “have another scoop of ice cream.”