Bad pilcrow!

There is an unspoken contract between the blogger and the audience. I write, you read. I have not been keeping up my end of the bargain.

¶ But surely, the paltry readership that this miserable blog gets each day—even on the good days, when it gets a nod from Crescat—makes for a rather flimsy contract, doesn't it? Shush! The first rule of pilcrow: we don't talk about pilcrow! Not like that anyway.

But really, I've been busy with work and moving. I'll be back on the little horsey before year's end. But now, it's off to packing books in boxes, and then a weekend in DC.