Some of my readers, probably very few, might have noticed a drop in output.
‘Been busy. Plus, you know, fell into discussing violence, guns, and stuff. Won’t happen again. The discussing part. I linked enough stuff to keep an interested person busy for a good while (plus more links in the comments).
It gets worse . . .
. . . for the next two weeks or so I’m going to be as a ghost . . . meaning, you won’t see me at all; I will not exist.
Just like the hummers of summer, I will be but a memory, albeit not nearly as pleasant.
I will be as difficult to see as the hummer in this next photo . . .
The thing is, this is my 1,402nd post . . . that’s a lot of posts, Bob. I bet most people have not even seen a tenth of them.
So, if you get withdrawal symptoms from the goodness that is me, go looking for stuff. There’s plenty languishing in these virtual pages eager to entertain, amuse, and even annoy (I’d avoid the latter).
Lots of photos, of course, and sometimes you come across something neat that you might have forgotten or even never seen before.
I plan to engage a bit more in the week before NaNoWriMo (that’s right – probably doing it again this year). Then, unfortunately, I might fall into busy times again.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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