Lately, the road has been our home. From Dunedin we went to Brisbane where we spent two rainy and love-filled weeks over Christmas, then to the floor of the Christchurch airport, then Jonny and Cara’s back in Dunedin for the New Year. The following morning we hitched to Orepuki, then Tuatapere the next day, and then we spent the following seven days hiking through the backest of the New Zealand backwoods. After that fern-filled ordeal it was Oamaru for the night, then squatting in Dunedin for a few more days. On our exit from the southern hemisphere we flew to Auckland, then L.A., then Baltimore, finally, where Jake’s fantastic sister took us home to visit his family in Lusby. After two warm and exceedingly pleasant days we moved back to Huntingdon. And now I am in White Haven for the weekend, visiting the Quinns for whom I am named.
To recover from this veritable whirlwind of travel, I am going deep into a loma (Law & Order coma).
And so, it’s completely appropriate that my dear friend Dave sent me this article about a cat who has been summoned to appear for jury duty! Just in time.
Massachusetts, you are a progessive state.
All right everyone. Drape yourself in second-hand afghans and settle deep into your parents’ couches. Law & Order is on. It’s always on. This is America.