Anyway, I’m back, exhausted, and back to work. Looking forward to catching up on my blog reading tonight, and then maybe on my blog writing. But really wishing I was here:
Man and boy,” said honest Jarl, “I have lived ever since I can remember.” And truly, who may call to mind when he was not? To ourselves, we all seem coeval with creation. Whence it comes, that it is so hard to die, ere the world itself is departed.
Quality boozing too I see. And who could blame you for wanting to be there?