February 22, 2005

Fortnight

CP and I are off to the mother country (AKA UK) tomorrow for a fortnight (already we sound Britty).

The 800-pound primates pawing the ground up north of us in an Irish monastery refused us press credentials, so we’ll just skip them. But should they break loose and head your way, be sure to grab a valid baptismal certificate and run to beat hell.

OoN will probably become less frequent, but I’ll try to keep you posted if I can get a bit more technically savvy about these things. So be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

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