Mrs. T and I have flown the coop and are celebrating the seventh anniversary of our glorious wedding by eating lobster—her favorite food, for which she appears to have an unlimited appetite—and listening to the sound of the ocean at an undisclosed location somewhere on the coast of the United States.
We might come back or we might not, though the chances of the former are considerably greater than the chances of the latter. Nevertheless, we do mean to remain inaccessible for at least another couple of days, during which time I plan to do as little as possible. (Yes, stuff will continue to appear in this space, but I already did it.)
Don’t bug us—we’ll bug you.