My first week of vacation will go undocumented. The reasons for this are personal, and are not to be aired publicly, except to say that I was let down big-time by someone I cared for, very much indeed. I ended up in a rather awkward situation, wherein I decided that there was no point in being miserable on holiday, nor was there any point in going home early.

And so it was, that in a far flung branch of Starbucks (the only place with any internet access in town), bookings were made, seat reservations placed, and what has all the makings of an adventure, came into being. If I'm not happy where I am, go to somewhere I will be. It's not exactly rocket-science, but it works.

So as I write, I'm making my way - inexorably slowly - by plane, train, and automobile, to San Francisco, to see my darling Imelda, whom I've not seen for a good 2.5 years or so. What happens in SF is anyone's guess, but one thing is for certain, it'll be fun.

I'll be online to blog what does down, including what promises to be the Journey From Hell - going home to the UK. Yes I've flown from the US to the UK many many times, however, I've never done double red-eye flights - overnight SF to Boston, then overnight Boston to London the following night. Even my ability to exist on 15 minutes sleep and a lot of coffee, may be tested to the limit!