August 15, 2003
It's Vacation Timeentry,
It's been a busy week. I've been preparing both Day-Job Land and the Schlockiverse to withstand the possibility that I will be completely, totally, and irrevocably offline for seven days.
I know, most of you fellow internet junkies are doing "WTH" and "OMG," or maybe you're clutching your keyboard to your breast and whispering "never takes my precious." But I'm serious. I'm going camping with my family on an honest to goodness, internet-free vacation.
Granted, it's not REAL camping. It's resort camping, complete with camp counselors who care for the kids, hearty meals served indoors and cooked by someone else, and groomed fields and trails upon which the North American Soft-bellied Outdoorswuss can pretend to be "roughing it" by walking everywhere instead of driving.
Fine. I'm a wuss. This trip sounds perfect to me. Especially the part where someone else is caring for my children. My wife and I will have entire HOURS during which we can sit and speak grownup-ese to each other with none of those interruptions that begin with the caterwauling of a toddler.
I leave on Saturday afternoon, and won't return until the following Friday (note: the neighbors watching my home own at least as many firearms as I do, and they have cell-phones). On Thursday I prepped for this trip by cranking out seven days of strips, jumping the buffer from 16 to 23 in about six hours. That won't be enough, unfortunately. I'm tooling up to attempt another seven days worth between now and Saturday at 1pm. That way when I return from vacation I'll still have 21 in the buffer, shielding me from my early September business trip.
Or rather, shielding YOU from my early September business trip.
I really need to get the old buffer up to about 8 weeks, so I can stop whining about it, and start boasting instead. *sigh*. A guy can dream, right?