Photo stolen from blog-bud Andy.
Concept stolen from blog-bud Betty.
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am,
So 'gainst the winter's balm
Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm
Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm,
Hibernation... that's the only way I can explain it. I've been hibernating, mentally, if not physically. If I have not visited you, gentle reader, in ages, my apologies. I hope to change that soon. Be assured I have missed you all. I will leave you, for now, with one piece of solid advice: something I learned in my absence: try not to have backache and toothache on the same day. Really. Hopefully I will return soon with something more original. Even so, the above photo and poem suit both my mood and the weather in my neck of the woods. Enjoy. Until we meet again I remain, as always