Now it may be that this post is unnecessary, a sort of literary vestigial organ. I may be back now, full of vim and vigor, ready to do whatever it is that I will do here on the other side of the wilderness. If so I apologize.
However, please remember, dear reader, that I was thinking of you when I so carefully crafted these words of subtle humor and muted good cheer.
And so, if these words are missive tonsils, little toes of gathered words, literary adenoids or -- tragically -- the written nictitating membrane of the eye (so to speak), I hope that you may, in a fit of creativity rivaling the sculpting of the David or the penning of Louie Louie, find some good use for them.
