Had to take a short little trip that turned out quite longer than expected. Flew to Phoenix on Saturday, and spent the last couple days with my wife, my sister, her husband and their daughter, driving a car and a moving truck across Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Wyoming. Kind of a bad time to do so, but it is what it is. Hit a bit of weather climbing into Flagstaff, but it was clear skies and dry roads all the way from Albuquerque into Wyoming, at which point the truck puked up clouds of steam from the exhaust pipe(I suspected a blown head gasket) and died a horrid death in the middle of the high Wyoming plains. There we sat for 9 hours, abandoned by the truck rental company (a raving pack of lunatic incompetents) in sub-freezing temperatures until 2:00 AM this morning when we finally bypassed their laughable 24 hr roadside assistance cluster**** and contacted the Wyoming Highway Patrol directly for emergency towing to Casper. I don't want to belabor the hilarious slap-stick comedy routine that was our experience with the truck rental company (don't want to mention their name, but it starts with B and ends with udget) but rest assured it was both comical and of extended duration. So here we sit, 300 miles from the broken-down truck filled with all of our household stuff and wondering when we're going to see our electric toothbrushes again, but at least we are home, and safe, and gradually thawing out.

So, Goblinson Crusoe. I had to take a bit of a break for the move, but I'm going to spend a good chunk of tomorrow afternoon getting back into the saddle. Rest assured, I won't let it die a painful, neglected death, as is my usual pattern once I stop working on a project for any length of time. I return to the project rejuvenated, with some neat ideas for it.