Heading Out

Somewhere, in the last day or so, I read that Chicago has gotten 50+ inches of snow in each of the last four winters.  That breaks a record or something.  I thought, "Huh.  I don't remember last year being that bad.  The year before that was bad.  And the year before that was bloody terrible."

Well, Hello.  Last year was the first time that I ever took a real, live, mid-winter vacation.  And I am going back tomorrow.

Don't try to rob my house.  I have a dog, a cat, a mother and a security system.

I am bringing the Kindle.  Four back issues of Vanity Fair.  Four DVDs that I haven't watched yet (which only puts a dent in the stack).  And an audio book.  That ought to do it.