The Week That Was
After some days away from the electronic umbilical cord to the wider world, I return with bugbites and sunburn and possibly my lowest-ever levels of vitriol. All of these will pass momentarily.
I am a temporary bachelor in this week so expect tales of wanton hedonism in the coming days. I would describe the last 36 hours in detail but some of what transpired should really be left to the investigators instead of me confessing all here. It began with a terrible match in Toronto FC v. San Jose and only went downhill from there. Yesterday I had to be put in drydock instead of resuming my bloggery in a more timely manner.
Now that I’m more or less mended, I will return momentarily with a report on the fermented bounty of a certain cactus, as I’m off to a Tequila tasting this evening. I hope it fares better than the vodka bar.
On a boring technical sidenote, I don’t know if to be relieved or irritated that the comments problem didn’t magically fix itself in my absence but this site is not about discourse, it’s my vanity soapbox after all. I may attend to it or not before long.
