Bad news this morning.  The big, black boxes are out.  Both of them.  That means they’re both going somewhere.  But if that isn’t bad enough?  My carrying case is also out.  That means I’m going, too.  I have no idea when.  I have no idea where.  But I don’t like it.  At all.

Oh, and it’s Friday.  Bah.  I’m not much in a whoo-hoo mood about it, though.

Wish me luck, and I’ll see you on Monday.  I hope.

The Wumpus