In observance of the fact that I drove 1,026.3 miles yesterday, from Fort Stockton, Texas, through a labyrinth of dead and soon-to-be-dead roadside deer in the fog outside of San Antonio and the debris and detritus of Rita and Katrina recovery in Louisiana and Mississippi and across Alabama nighttime slow-driving familiarity, all the while dealing with nicotine fits brought on by a smoking co-pilot, Syntax of Things will be mostly quiet today and for the next few days. The dogs and I have made it to Alabama safe and somewhat sound, but time will be a precious commodity as we spend some time getting reacquainted with the area and its people. Reports from the land that time forgot soon.
Damn, man, you put the no smoking to the test!
Posted by: TJ | December 19, 2005 at 12:57 PM
Congratulations! As my six year-old niece says, smoking will give you a "black throat."
Posted by: david | December 21, 2005 at 05:40 PM