We’re leaving for Colorado tomorrow. All manner of skis, gear and clothing stuffed into four bags that will be impossible to carry. Fear about the travel part, based on our last experience flying the motherfucking skies. And when The Wife sees the mountains, it’s going to be all better.

(Roy: I’ll see your Alps and raise you two Maroon Bells…)

Uncle Crappy will probably continue, in an abbreviated form. Whatever typing I do will have to be done on the keypad of my phone, and while I know the kids are pretty handy with the thumb typing and the IMs and their baggy pants and stuff, I’m just not as able. Expect little punctuation and no capitalization. And they’re gonna be short.

There will be pictures upon my return.