I’ve just made what passes for a rash decision in my universe, buying myself a plane ticket to the UK for the end of August. Paul has to go to Oxford on business. I’m going along for a long weekend. Should be fun. I’ll be taking an overnight flight, which under other circumstances I would consider a terrible idea. Certainly, the last time we tried this, it required extreme measures to keep us functional. However, Hugh has offered me an Ambien for the trip. Those things are like gold where red-eye flights are concerned. Like gold, I tell you. Anyway, I’m flying out late-night on my birthday and then I spend Friday through Monday bouncing around with Paul and our Oxonian friends and then Tuesday I come back. And then I spend the following week in Rhode Island, kicking back and playing cards! Huzzah! Can’t wait.

Meanwhile, back at my desk, I just had a weird cognitive-dissonance moment. I’m reading the Language Arts & Reading standards for the state of Texas, see, and one of the first headings on page one says…

Subchapter A. Elementary

And I immediately read it as a spam name and tried to skip past the text below it. The bastards have got me spamming myself now…