Impending Happiness; or Is That You, Johnny?

Are you sitting down? Because, frankly, this is more than I can handle, and I’m thinking, yikes! if you’re anything like me, this kind of excitement could cause all kinds of pitching and flailing about; and I cannot be responsible, people, for your medical bills.

But what causes this kind of excitement? What can send me running around the house, kitties at my heels, babbling into my cell phone, my eyes spinning counter-clockwise with happiness?

Are ya ready?

VACATION.

Or, as y’all say over there, HOLIDAY!

That’s right, my friends. Starting tomorrow, from Monday to Thursday, I will be, as the wily Canucks say, “oot and aboot”. I’ve found a little bed and breakfast a little more than an hour north of home. Quaint furnishings, wireless internet access, a fireplace and a hot tub and it’s all mine, mine, mine!

There will still be posts, but I do worry about the internet, so if I don’t answer comments, now you know why…

But why would I do this? Why would a perfectly normal person like myself (I heard that, Braja!) run away? Is it the long arm of the law finally grasping at my collar? Is it the lure of the nearby casino? Is it the once-a-year tryst with Johnny Depp?

No, no, and really, I can’t say. *blush*

I am, like every other blogger, working on a book. Subject? But of course! It’s all sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll – in other words a grand contribution to literature.

I also have a public reading coming up in March, so there’ll be all that standing in front of the mirror reading to myself/looking like an ass to be done.

Really. My schedule is quite full.

I’ll miss you. I promise not to get drunk and drown in the hot tub if you’ll promise to be here when I come back.

Promise?