Post the Sixty-Eighth: In Which We Go On Hiatus

You read that correctly, Gentle Reader. I’m sorry.

You may have noticed that new posts have been thin on the ground since Pride, and that last week I missed posting entirely, apart from the poetry. I have been exceptionally busy, with G.i.s.h.w.h.e.s., with returning to the Renaissance Faire, with crossing off list-items, with gearing up for next quarter, with romantic misadventures, and with trying to keep afloat in this uncompromising world. My beautiful little blog – my darling of the last two-and-a-half years – is not getting the attention it deserves. So I propose a short break.

Now listen, I intend to be back the first week of September. And even though you won’t be getting adventures or strange interludes or whatever it is we do here, I’ll keep up with the Poetic Interludes on Sundays. So you won’t be entirely without me, you know, darlings.

Here is a bizarre picture from my collection, by way of an apology.

I hope your summer is going well, and I remain affectionately yours –