Cherie Priest

All righty, folks. Tomorrow morning — provided that the Puget Sound SNOWPOCALYPSE remains at bay* — I’ll be winging my way toward Florida for the holidays. I’m flying into Orlando and then riding out to my grandmother’s place in a part of the state that could best be described as the Geographic Center of Godforsaken, Nowhere; and my internet access will be spotty at best.

Let me put it this way: There’s a library a few miles away. If there’s free WIFI available any closer, you couldn’t prove it by me.

So yes, I’ll be dropping by the library from time to time, but I will be at the mercy of other people’s cars and I cannot promise any regular correspondence until after the holidays. Ergo, if you don’t get a response from me by bedtime tonight, then there’s no telling when I’ll be able to get back to you. If it’s super-duper important, the odds are good that you have my phone number and can simply call me, anyway.

Everyone, everywhere — I hope you have a marvelous holiday season peppered with most excellent gifts, really good food, and family gatherings that end without charges being pressed.

Have a good one.
Next time I post (Lord willing and the snow don’t stack), it’ll be from the Sunshine State.