And then marched down again

We’ve had the traditional Drunken Lighting of the Lame-o Indoor Fireworks that signals the end of festivities. We didn’t quite set the flat on fire. Oh, well. There’s always next year.

      Tea break’s over, back on your heads

Tonight, we drive up to London (no matter which direction you’re coming from, the it’s always “up to London” — though we will, in fact, head North to get there). Tomorrow, it’s Heathrow. Tomorrow night — very late — Boston. This’ll be the first time I’ve come back on a Friday, with two whole days to recover before going in to work.

Yeah, I’m at the “count your sad, stupid, worthless little blessings” stage of grief.

The usual injunctions apply: if the jihadis get me, seek wildly disproportionate revenge in my name, blah blah blah. You know the drill. With any luck, I’ll meet you back here Saturday for “Precious Objects My Cats Have Crapped On — Part I.”

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2 Comments

  1. Posted January 4, 2007 at 8:55 pm | Permalink

    Safe travels Weasel.

    I’m sure all that “chatter” around the holidays was last minute internet burka shopping.

  2. nbpundit
    Posted January 5, 2007 at 10:38 pm | Permalink

    Please have no polonium 210 trails behind you!
    Be safe, and always the wiseacre.


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