It's going to be slow. There's only so much energy to go around and by the time it's the blog's turn it's all runned out.
Sorry, but I'm not going to apologise for disappearing.
'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.