Leave tomorrow for North Carolina to visit fam. Have secured job at Southwestern, which is located in the idyllic port side suburb Georgetown, Texas. Actually, it is not port side; it is police-state side as it is best known for its disgruntled lawmen and a newly christened Popeye's.
Onto other Southern hotspots on my tour of the big ole' belt that keeps all that biblical flub tight! Flub? Is that a word? Spell checker didn't correct me, so I guess it is.
In North Carolina/South Carolina (my location depends on my current girth, stance and position on confederate flag-flying) I will:
-start a new series of drawrins' as per my homespun studio residency in the basement-thing of my mom's condo (she makes me sleep downstairs with moth-men, trolls and the ghost of Jerry Falwell!). That futon is not big enough mother, not nearly big enough.
-canoodle my baby sister's baby puppy. So much cuteness, so much cuteness.
-watch wonderful "on demand" items like "Flushed Away."
-Sip things with double straws with my B.F.F.F.F.F. Alaina, whose dysfunctions mirror my own in very pleasant ways.
-visit my alma mater, "Davidson College," where I shall smite and spit and pillage (and maybe have coffee with a professor or two).
-Go to a family wedding in D.C. with my 89 year old grandma. Jealous?
-Swim, swim, swim.