GOOD GRAVY I AM SO SORRY, YOU LOT. My brain was absconded with by circumstance (more on that later), and I totes and utters forgot to update on Friday. I could not be more ashamed if I were caught in eating nutella out of the jar.
Not that I know how that feels at all.
As to the aforementioned circumstances, K. came to visit for the week-end and my grasp of time-slash-reality tends to slip and sink itself into the Bermuda Triangle when that happens. At any rate, it was glorious. Just about everything that could go wrong did, but we had a marvelous time. I miss her dreadfully already. Forgive me whilst I cry on Zekiel’s belly . . . He’s the size of a pillow and almost disturbingly absorbent . . . Sigh. Making the great leap back to reality (and time) is always like Jack making his infamous leap over the candlestick . . . Unpleasant. Why do I smell singed arse?
But yer, I don’t mind saying I wish I could have this weekend every week-end of my days. Ah, even the cats are moping . . . Maybe I should weep like a forlorn fraulein onto Ru this time for the sake of maintaining the balance. Feng Shui and all. Important in these dark times ::dramatic flail::