We’re off. Wish me luck.

We’ll be back tomorrow evening (birthday party sleepover at Mona’s), and I’ll leave the comments open, but please, please, please, no ilk-tossing.

And if you don’t mind, hold the email. There’s nothing more dispiriting than returning home and finding 74 emails waiting for you. Unless it’s coming home and finding 74 ilk-tossing comments waiting for you.