Whew!

What a weekend! Since Wednesday your intrepid Marius, and the good ship Hyperion, have together driven 976 miles! I had to return the Child-O-The-Apocalypse to the homeworld for a neurologist appointment. After a full day and night of electronic probing it seems the young'n's grey matter is chugging along quite normally. And there was much rejoicing. So then, Saturday morn packed I child and luggage of Thurston Howell The Third proportions into the Hyperion and headed North, to Tallahassee to hand off the child to her father. Many a Vivarin and Mountain Dew was quaffed, but the 500+ mile round trip ended without incident yesternight. And I slept the sleep of the dead.

Today Mrs. Marius and I broke our fast at a house of worldwide renown, and dined 'pon flat cakes and delightful egg dishes. And much strawberry syrup met a grisly fate twixt my gnashing teeth. Then t'was on to the cinema, where a quartet of fantastic beings did battle with a shiny surfer, and a doctor of doom. And we were much entertained. T'was then back to Castle Marius for a quick nap, a quick pack, and a long drive back here to WPB, where I am once again the guest of my beloved C. And lo, Marius is wooly.

I also picked up the audio book of Al Franken's Lies, and the Lying Liars that Tell Them, but that will be for another post.

Adieu, mes amis.

Marius