expect a little silence here for a bit...
no special reason. lethargy, ennui and laziness ought to cover it.
or, saying i won't post might be just what's needed for several ideas to jostle for space.
let's hope so.
'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.