I’m leaving. I do intend to come back, but I’m not making any promises.
It will probably be quiet around here next week. We’re taking the kids someplace warm to remind them what the sun looks like. While I’m at it, I may take a stab at the kind of travel or food writing that I’d so rather be doing.
We’ll be changing planes in Houston. I’ll wave to you.
Ya’ll be good. See you again soon.