Noblesse Oblige

Dear Readers, Perhaps I've been remiss for the last few days, but Yours Truly has been truly busy.

First, there was the whole celebration of the return of Good Taste in our nation: A Democratic Congress. While I'm always one to keep a Stiff Upper Lip (not to mention a chin or two), the past twelve years have laid heavy on the shoulders of one so delicate. It has truly been a blessing to know these dreadful people will soon be on the unemployment line.

But very much more to the point: Today's World is undergoing some rather drastic changes, and once again, it is I - the Director of Fashion and Housekeeping - who must step in to fill the void. Our San Francisco office is being relocated to yet another Deluxe Apartment in the Sky, and it is fallen upon my shoulders to journey down there to that Apex of Everything to show some simp how to answer a phone and take a message. Youth, after all, MUST be served!

So tomorow morning, bright and early, the Professor is taking me to the AIRPORT (the things I do for these people!) so that I may make it to the Top Of The Mark in time for Happy Hour. Pray for me, darlings, and I promise to report back to you good and truly.

Meanwhile, the Colonel is jetting across the rails, destination Deleware, and the Greek plies her trade between here and Chicago. But fear not: Brutish people are assuring that Chez Vel-DuRay stays free of molestation. Now I know what happened to Revelutionary Guard!