Something About Cards and Vests

I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I tend to keep quiet about the things I’m doing or planning. There are a number of reasons for this, but they usually boil down to one of two things: either I’m trying to avoid self-aggrandizement (which gets in the way of accepting and celebrating legitimate accomplishments and reasonable self-promotion) or the feeling that if I say nothing and don’t do it, nobody will know I failed to do it. This means some things I do come out of the blue. Not everything, mind you. I’m actively trying to advertise (dare I say spam) Texas Challenge, not only because I want people to come and enjoy it, but also because I want to be successful at putting on a Mega. Most things, though? You never hear about them until I’ve done them or am in the middle of them.

But, Atreides, I’m sure you all are wondering, why are you even talking about this in the first place? Because about ten hours after this posts, I’m getting in a car and going for a drive. Some of the people around me have known about this because I’m sometimes a Chatty Cathy in real life. Also, I like a few people to know roughly where I’m going in case something terrible happens. It’s been a little over a year since my last trip, and that was somewhat forced by family tragedy. I made lemonade out of lemons then (which is a terrible adage because if you don’t have water or sugar, the lemonade will be terrible), but this time it’s all by choice, not circumstance. Besides, how will I ever finish the Great Project if I don’t get back out there? So, as I have done so many times before, I will hurl myself into the night, and if my scheduling is correct, I should meet the dawn just outside of…