Despite my repeated vows never to travel again, I'm off to points east in the morning. (That's the idea anyway, but the airlines may have other plans for me as usual.) It's been one of the all-time miserable weeks here on Moonshine Mountain, and I'm looking forward to getting away from this lousy soap opera and debriefing with my nearest and dearest over warm mugs of mead or what-have-you. I'm sure I'll be plugging back in here a few days hence, but if I somehow miss Christmas, may your stockings be stuffed with things that don't suck.