Unlike James Taylor ...

I'm not gone to Carolina, even in my mind.

Michelle's off to Charlotte, N.C., for some work thing -- judging a national journalism contest, I think -- and although I've had a great summer as her work-trip tag-a-long to New York and San Francisco, I decided I could live without four days in the South in mid-August. And that was before I knew I'd have to roll out of bed at 3:30 in the morning to catch a 6 a.m. flight for the privilege. No thanks.

So I'll miss her and everything, but I think I'll go play some cards this afternoon instead.

She has to go to L.A. in October for a seminar at USC. Deal me in for that one.