Going West.

This is probably the last post for the next 12 days. Or maybe not.

But it is time for me to venture from the centre of the universe and see what lies outside and to the west. The children are packed, the iPods charged and loaded, the books are stashed (Liberal Fascism and Careless in Red – although I am never careless in red). Arrangements have been made to care for the Rogue, the uber-predator of all mice. The garbage is outside and left for the neighbors to fight over. There is nothing more left for me to do here but don my dress and leave. So leave I shall.