Happy birthday, Aunt Elaine!

Wendy is talking about pining for the fjords -- er, sorry, mountains -- of Montana. As she grew up in Yellowstone, I understand that. However, I must emphasize again: Remember the Kaczynski factor, Wendy! No retreating to a cabin cut off from all human companionship! I'm afraid your powers would be warped for evil if that were to happen. You'd have to promise me (1) no bomb-building, and (2) you'd allow visitors at least every other day. Oh, and please don't sell your half of the house to finance your cabin. I can't afford to buy you out yet.

Evidence of that came in a letter from the Illinois Department of Revenue, which apparently thinks I owe them much more money than the accountant told me. Hmm. This does not make me happy. Calling the accountant now to straighten this out.

Other than that, I'm watching the news from Portadown to make sure no ill-aimed petrol bombs take out a potential place to stay if I ever get back to that neck of the woods. Take care, Newton. Try not to piss anyone off unduly. I know it's asking a lot, but make an effort, will you?