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Well, my little pickadees (or however one would spell that were one wanting to call you such), I, too, am going to briefly migrate west. It’s come to my attention that Dana is visiting relatives in Lincoln, and her proximity is too much to bear without action. The good news is, this means I only have to go ten days, twice, without seeing Dana, instead of three weeks at once. The bad news is I’m (we’re) a little worried we’re going to upset her family by briefly ignoring them for each other. We’ve decided that’s a risk we’re going to take, I guess, because off I go into the Void,* that dark spot on the map known as Nebraska.

I’ll be back Thursday sometime. Not that this will probably bug many of you, because 95% of you (assuming I could claim a 20-person readership) aren’t in Ames regardless. However, for those of you who ~will~ be in Ames come New Year’s Eve, I’ve an invite to Welch Ave Station that night, and you’re more than welcome to join me and whatever friends I happen to discover there.

I burned four CDs for the drive: Slipknot, Beck, The Darkness, and Queens of the Stone Age. I’m hoping they’ll be enough to keep me awake through the fog and the wide open spaces (which I probably won’t be able to see through the fog). I’ll probably stop for coffee in Des Moines, too, as it seems I no longer have a travel mug thinger. Must’ve gotten lost in the last move or two.

Westward ho!**

* The Void has also previously been assigned to parts of Canada. I don’t know how it can exist simultaneously in two places. Much like Chuck Norris, one does not question the Void, as the Void simply Is.

** Please don’t tell her I called her that. ;)