This is more serious than I thought. I never even saw them come in.
I fear the worst: an infestation of turtles.
They’d been much too quiet. I fear the worst has happened.
This cannot possibly be good!
Today begins an official period of some pretty serious goo foffing. (For the uninitiated, that’s how you spell it around here.) The turtles started begging last week. I have no idea who snitched but at Goose Lake there are few secrets.
We had a talk and I believe they understood. I’m going to keep an eye on them though.
I will remain in touch but it’s possible I won’t entertain a meritorious thought over the course of the coming days. You, on the other hand, may be miming applause for the break in the routine, and I don’t hold that against you. You are at all times thoughtful, sweet, responsive, and supportive. What an opportunity for you to turn to other pursuits for a while and take for granted that I’m around sand, books, and refreshments, though not necessarily in that order.
P.S. The turtles took it rather too quietly. I have an uneasy feeling . . .
Between now and the latter part of March I’ll be on the road a lot, in and out of town, and often out of touch except for e-mail or if someone has left me a note on Facebook. Most winters I have a permanent place to stay, a work station, and a regular daily schedule. This year is different.
I’m looking at the likelihood that my daily posts will fall off sharply. I won’t be goo foffing, exactly, at least not all the time, but I’ll just call it that to have a name. I’m excited about the upcoming adventures and will do my best to be in touch as much as I can.