Hello, Centaurs. Let us face a few facts - as men, and as horses.
This once-great blog has been reduced to something akin to the Jundland Wastes.
Time, life, obligation, wandering interest - all foils to our noble endeavour.
To paraphrase the late, great, Jack Napier: "You've changed things."
Blazers do this as well.
What is to become of this barren landscape in its postlapsarian days?
Pheewrap knows.
I will tend to it, as a lazy gardener tends to a drying patch of forgotten glories.
Weeds will grow. Sharp edges will soften. The vibrant blooms and verdant greens of the halcyon days will not be quite so lush.
But there will be life.
Oh, yes. There will be life...