I am leaving Portland and driving to Santa Cruz. By myself- blah! I planned for Slacks to ride on the back of the seat with his head hovering near my left ear. We had been practicing for the past couple of months. I should stop thinking about it.I am driving to Santa Cruz and staying. 5 months. That's 3 months longer than anytime in the past 6 years. This is big. This is a life change. But I backed into it. The decision just kinda happened and now it's happening. The emotional guillotine was not dragged out into the square. My keeper, my guard, closed her eyes and bestowed upon me a peaceful departure. Kevin, take me home.