...or a headache.
Nevertheless, my mind wandered and grazed in verdant pastures of forbidden interests. So I came up with this and before the Waterman could say, "Thank you for attending," I was scribbling frantically on my mental writing pad.
Foraging for words most archaic and/or pleasant to the ear.
Dismiss the concept, esteemed reader, that this is a crumbling cork pinboard where my inconspicuous daily happenings be suspended for your perusal. It is an undertaking I cajoled myself into maintaining for as long as I can muster the cerebral power required to do so.
Pompous verbiage aside, I urge you, my willing conspirators of this cleverly-masked catastrophe, to recrudesce unto these pages ever and anon, like pustules on a leper's skin.
A brief farewell.
