Vacationing, that's where, and thanks for asking.
Like the mysterious swallows of Capistrano each year I am compelled to return to a mystical nesting spot, where I spend a few weeks mating and drinking malt liquor. While my exact location is a highly guarded secret, I think Tim Blair would be very jealous. I might be posting a bit between Oxycontin binges, but it will be light.
Note to the burglar community - don't even think about breaking into my house while I'm away. I just installed a new alarm system, and put double padlocks on the lid.