After two months of health wobbles, I am way behind.  On a lot.  Over 100 emails stacked up.  Holiday shopping not done.  The book is a race against time.  And here we are in the greatest constitutional crisis since Nixon, and it’s only gonna get more interesting, and I can’t even find time to blog, rant, joke, and complain about the richest bunch of lies which may ever plop in our laps.

But I’m well enough to travel, and so I’m taking my planned trip to Australia.  No way I’m missing this trip.

I’ll be gone anywhere from a week to a month, depending.  What this means for the blog we’ll all find out together.  I might fall asleep on a beach and be eaten by sharks, flood the site with pictures of cute wallabies, miss complaining about this criminal White House that I suddenly burst into frantic ranting, or look too Lebanese in the wrong neighborhood and wind up in intensive care.

You’ll just have to pop back after your own holiday.  Next post from Oz…