The nice thing about choosing April 1 as my departure date is that I suspect most people half expected that it was a joke. It turns out the joke is on me, because I really thought I would leave on time. But unfortunately, I ran some errands that took longer than I expected and the propane tank started spewing gas and eventually I was facing rush hour traffic if I wanted out of town on time. The new goal is today, April 2, but now our departure hinges on how Angus is feeling, since lastnight he found his way into a large container of dog treats and that sort of indulgence usually results in gas, diarrhea, and seizures. At the time of this posting I can’t comment on his status for fear of jinxing him. Hopefully we will be leaving town in the early afternoon.