No, I'm not there yet. But the date is Close enough to start the countdown clock and I've been eyeing my luggage as one can only eye an evil nemesis who must be vanquished. Yes,  pretty soon I'll be bouncing up and down on top of it, swearing and making promises I don't intend to keep if it will only close just this one last time.  And when it does finally close, I'll notice that other pile of stuff I put aside because I wanted to put it in last but forgot to put in at all. First, I'd like to publicly respond to an email I received. It said simply, "What's with the slugs?" And my...

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