My apologies, but I need to take a break from all of the depressing news, at least for a little while, for the sake of my sanity.

Winter is over.  Spring is waxing.  I need to get outdoors and into the bush, to do a bit of hiking and camping and fishing as well as a bit of Wild Turkey hunting, that is to say, to repair myself to some degree by pretending that reality extends to no more than the immediacies of what my senses can encompass, the sun, the sky, the streams and lakes, the smells and sounds and sights of forests, the kinds of things that as a child were a surcease from all troubles and an invitation to wonder and amazement.

Until I feel sturdy enough to return to what rightfully deserves any person’s attention and condemnation, then, do make yourself at home.  It’s not as if there isn’t plenty to read and, perhaps, that’s worthy of your time and consideration.

I will, from time to time, check to see if comments are pending and attend to them.

In a couple of weeks, then, or maybe not until the beginning of June . . .