Hello friends. It is dark and friggin’ early this morning. I just wanted to say a bit before heading off into the innernet free zone and you hear static for a week. 

Let me start off by wishing a great big Happy Birthday to the Rev. Dark Wombat today. Be sure to wish him one as well. Yes, I know I’m a terrible friend. But, just like you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, you can’t enjoy the view of the ocean from a hammock without missing a few friends’s birthdays. Other people who are having birthdays while I’m away include Kribbsy and my Nanny. Happy Birthday to yous guys as well.

So, Tom sent me another cryptic email yesterday. This time it had the subject line of “I Breathe Better Underwater.” and included this photo:

Looks like the joke is going to be on me for being out of town. Taco Planet, I’m expecting a call Tuesday morning. You hear me?

Also, yesterday after archery, Cassattack came by to eat din-din with the Rev. Dark Wombat and myself. You know what happened then:

Cassattack.

In other news, and to tide you over until I return, if you haven’t read “Cloud Atlas” by David Mitchell, you should start it immediately. Why? This is why:

The best thing about that trailer is that it tells you everything and nothing all at the same time.

And with that I’m off on an adventure. Send some good travel doogies my way, please. More soon. Or later, rather. ~SC