The long-awaited England/Ireland jaunt is now 24 hours away -- I think it may be time to start packing. Everyone behave while I'm away, and a week from now I'll have some tales of Irish coffee and the Tate Modern the London School of Economics and cliff walks and the Book of Kells and the Guinness factory and James Joyce's weird tower place where he only sort of lived. (Maybe I'll be able to explain that one better after seeing it.) I might also have tales of having a seder -- that should probably be "seder" seeing as how we will probably lack 95 percent of the elements that comprise one -- in a hostel in Dublin. I'm also supposed to go bowling -- "bowling" -- on the Cambridge green, or something like that...

Anyway, the only thing I'm disappointed in is that I won't have enough time to get out and see Reykjavik during my layover on Iceland Air. I'm hoping to like Iceland Air a lot -- cheap, and the accent is the coolest. OK. Really going to finish up so I can go home and pack. So long, farewell, however you say goodbye in Celtic.