Away From The Roll Of The Sea

Just a quick update, to let the Loyal Readership of Five know that I made it back into town safely and without major incident. I'm not going to try and do justice to my trip at this hour after eight hours on the road and a celebratory dinner of boiled shrimp, especially since I am being roundly ignored by three very angry cats for the crime of going out of town.

Also, to welcome Tony, who of all the bloggers in the last post came over to say hey, and to thank him for not busting my blatant misspelling of his blog name in the last post, which I will correct shortly.

And to note the two additional weird searches since last night: cattle desanguination, and fuck photo, which is odd only because the user was in Saudi Arabia, where (I think) a-lookin' for such things on the Internets is illegal. Again, intrepid searchers, hope you found that which it was you were seeking, especially the latter.

I would also like to note, for the record, that the phrases "I have to go/am going to bed" have officially become semantically null when spoken by me, because I don't remember the last time I said or typed that and didn't do at least three other things before actually beginning the "going to bed" process.

In parting (because this time I'm really going to bed, I'm knackered), my one and only ET has an opportunity to work with Chillun & Yoot, and the RLoF all know she'd be faboo at that with all her Codger Corral experience. Her interview is today, so be sending all the vibes you can muster her way. (I did a Ganesha mantra between Crossville and Cookeville with some Om shakti thrown in for good measure, and will probably do the same in the morning...and for those who are even bothering to try and guess to whence I voyaged, there are your second and third clues.)