Another blissfully parent-free holiday

Between today’s site outage (thanks to the misleadingly named Dreamhost) and the rush to leave town, the blogging day was shot.

I’m up at my sister’s for Thanksgiving. We’ll observe it in the usual way, and since we follow the Antigeist’s rules on the proper time to start boozing — “one may always choose to begin at noon, or when the sun has safely passed the yardarm, or anytime you can state with assuredness that it is in fact nighttime somewhere” — I doubt I’ll be in any shape to post again until Monday.

Have a wonderful holiday, if at all possible. But if you can’t manage it, for God’s sake, don’t blame yourself.


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