Half a year, half a year, half a year onward (with apologies, as necessary, to Lord Tennishoe)! That seems to be very roughly the length of some of my bigger gaps--such as the last one. If I knew I had any kind of readership out there, I'd definitely apologize. Apart from such obvious failings, I appear to have missed various details & developments along the way.

Two years ago, as documented here, I resolved to lose weight. Well, I've failed. The conveniently-located fitness shop I'd been visiting three times a week, never attained sufficient clientele, & closed by winter's end. Come autumn we were moving, & this matter had to wait.

Having remained so far behind in chronicling, I hesitate at the question of what to say here about completing half a century--most of it, of course, here in this obscure city in West Cutover/North Flyover, USA. I will note this: 50 was the age at which LOTR’s two central hobbit heroes, both atypical bachelors, found themselves plunged into their most important life’s work. On the other hand, as I recall, a gladiator who lived this long retired.


Argh! Blatantly Xmas-related ads have begun appearing on TV already. Enough of this pre-Halloween Yuletide crap! I think a consumer rebellion is in order.