but it is a compliment to the love I have for my wife that I hurt so to leave her, wish she was coming with me, the pain of leaving the daughter an ache I feel deep in my heart, deeper still that I won’t be able to call home and say I love her every night, as is my norm.

I don’t know how much I’ll be able to contact the outside world. I’ll try to post, and I have a couple of guest posters who may take up some slack. Try not to let the Obamanites destroy the place while I’m gone. Don’t fuck up the country too badly. Partner will be looking in on the Ogwife and Oglet, and the neighbors are keeping a weather eye out as well. And she’s well armed, lord knows.

Fall gives me a melancholy in the best of times, but this fall, with friends’ pets dying, wiht the troubles of the world, I feel guilty to be off on a grand adventure- but the die is cast.

Keep a happy thought, folks.