Bags are packed, I'm ready to go....well, mostly ready anyway.

[temporus]

I'm up, the boys are fed, and I'm mustering what I've got to get my car loaded, and head on out to Viable Paradise.  I've really been trying not to freak out about it, and a very busy day job has helped on that front tremendously.   But now, today, I head up to Martha's Vineyard.  Even though it doesn't offiially start until tomorrow....oy.  The butterflies have woken up with a vengence.

In any case, I will muster whatever I've got, get on the road, enjoy an audiobook, and meet up with a friend for lunch before hitting the ferry and crossing over.

Hmm...crossing over.  Isn't that some sort of Fantasy Trope?  Uh-oh.  Will the hero find the elixir?  Will he bring it back to save his kingdom? 

Will he not run around with his arms flailing like a muppet?

I don't know.  But I expect it will be an adventure.

See some of you there.