Indeed there is.
I’m outta here.
Yep, I’m moving. To goddamn Malta. That’s a small island nation in the Mediterranean, close to Sicily, that’s old and warm and, by all accounts, gorgeous.
I will be coming back, however. I still ♥ Regina and all that. We’ll only be gone about eight months.
Y’see, it’s my wife’s sabbatical year. And from September 2 to April 30 we’re going to be living abroad so she can do math research with a bunch of profs over there.
Seriously, Malta is a hotbed of combinatorics. This is a legit math trip.
Me? I’m just along for the ride. And to marshal kids. And drink obscene amounts of coffee.