Early on Wednesday, Sarah and I will be leaving for the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in the middle of nowhere in New York state. Not quite sure where it is, but we'll find it. It's quite a long drive. I'm a bit leery about the whole camping thing. But it's not going to be as hot as I'd expected, supposedly, so I won't get sick. Which will be good.
So I'll be even more quiet than usual between now and Monday or so.