I have been away from Florida (Dear God, I almost wrote "home") for over a month now and used the time away for one of my mental health sabbaticals from the Interweb. The trip started with my husband's family's celebration of a mighty 80-year old grandfather in Tahoe, then the munchie and I flew to Cooperstown.

Sort of. Because, after twelve hours there, I left Beck with grandparents so doting they didn't know I was gone, and spritzed off to London like a mad jetsetter to see my sister comp...