Off to get lost in Egypt. If this were Raiders, I’d be in Marion mode, but as my folks will be there, it’ll be way more like a gender dysmorphic Last Crusade, but with 2 Sean Connerys. Ping the consulate if I don’t reemerge from the desert before mid-January. If anything happens: love.
Note: It is distinctly possible that at that point, due to immersion, I’ll only speak in hieroglyphics. (Turning right, pointing, pointing, cat, cat, bird!) Upside: I’ll be just as relatable.
Addendum for Prospective Thieves: I still use cardboard box furniture and a TV I paid $50 for in 2003. I also have nosy neighbors with itchy dialing fingers. Also, there’s the mummy’s curse! It’s SO not even worth it.
Addendum for Unswayed Prospective Thieves: Please don’t turn on the heater. The labmate coming by to check the mail will get comfortable and I find strangers in my bed when I am not there uber-creepy. Also, heat’s not cheap.