We're heading off on a little camping trip tomorrow, for a few days. (A few days camping is plenty of days when one has a toddler.) Our neurotic cats will be left in the care of a kindly house/petsitter while the other three-fifths of we house mammals head for Santa Cruz and Monterey and points, er, in between the two. I'm excited. I have Dashiell Hammett: The Complete Novels and oodles of podcasts to keep me occupied when the thrills of walking in the woods, looking at the ocean, and...