Onward and outward
I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for a couple of weeks out of town.
I'm turning off automatic approval of comments tonight, mostly because at the moment I can't bear to read another single word of advice, no matter how well meant, and the thought of returning to dozens of comments two weeks from now is enough to drive a girl to close the bedroom door, turn off the baby monitor, and send you all out into the yard where you will not hear me cry.
Ah, I joke, I joke. But the part about the comments is true.
When I come back I'm sure I'll have many a rollicking tale about a week in the woods with my nearest and dearest. With any luck, they will involve plenty of liquor, long uninterrupted afternoon naps, and the helpful occasional whisking away of Charlie by my more competent female relatives.