Something wicked this way comes

Even as I type, a relaxed, rested, and rejuvenated Andrew is jetting his way back across the Atlantic, with a promise to be back in his blogging chair early tomorrow morning. Many thanks for your indulgence these past several days. As Andrew predicted, your emails were terrific. Only a few were vicious and profane enough to merit my contacting Homeland Security--but even those I enjoyed. And please don't torture Andrew too badly for leaving you alone with me and Walter for so long. Even your Dish-master needs a holiday every now and again.