Adam's wedding is still two weeks away (in high school, at least, Adam and I both held a worldview in which two weeks was "plenty of time") but the month of travel is officially upon us.

Tomorrow I head back up to B-town for three or four days, and next weekend it looks like I'm heading to Chicago for a bachelor's party on Saturday.

(If any MAPHer wants to hang out with and shelter me Friday night, let me know before I buy bus tickets. But think before you offer: is this "blog" really enough proof that I'm not a serial killer?)

Finally, the weekend after that is Adam's wedding. Then I start work, and won't be able to be so footloose and fancy-free.