Ah yes. Tomorrow evening I leave for three nights at Pennsic, one of the little happies in life. While 1500 people dressed in medieval garb and smelly from two weeks of camping may not be everyone's thing, being down in the Bog with the water and the swimming and the hammocks is just lovely. And tomorrow I shall be there, where rum flows aplenty and the whiskey ain't sluggish neither. (Not that we plan on drinking or anything.)

Rum jolly rum...
Drink yourself some rum,
and say farewell to reason...
away we sail...