My sister went to Idaho and re-enacted "the agony of defeat" on skis. Her leg isn't broken but in a brace; her wrist is in a cast. Don't ask me why an old lady is skiing a challenging slope; she's my sister and a cross I must bear. The other is my teen daughter. If this is my karma, then I must have had a real good time in a former life.

Anyway, I have been summoned to render aid--mostly driving--in Fresno while her husband is out of town at a construction site. I'll be taking a train (Amtrak, not a boxcar) to Fresno for a few days, possibly a week. 

The reason I'm making this known is to disspell rumors in advance that I am on a drinking spree or died of boredom or ran off with a stripper. Life quit being that interesting when I got married and I had to behave myself. 

Please do not solve the questions and problems of cold fusion, the oil crisis, the economy, life in another galaxy, or an easy winning system at the Vegas gaming tables until I get back. I don't want to miss anything important.