My misanthropic nature periodically takes a whipping, usually at the instigation of my spousal unit. The next week is one of those times, when we must hit the road and visit family members. Inasmuch as my wife's family never heard of "family planning" (not even "natural" family planning) and bred like rabbits, this will entail a thousand miles of hard road, survivable only by the consumption of many (and I mean "many") Shiner Bocks (thank God Catholics drink!). Therefore, this blog will be on vacation until the middle of next week, at least.
On the other hand, while I'll have laptop, cell, and other tools of modern mobile communication with me, much travel will be over portions of the country so barren that roadkill improves the scenery and reception is "spotty." Thus, I expect the trip, for the most part, to be relatively stress free (an attitude aided by beverage consumption). In fact, I may come back as refreshed and enthused as Terry Tate, Office Linebacker. I certainly hope so.




