Not Dead Yet

For those fearing for the health of your old pal Schprockie and wondering if the Grim Reaper has paid the dear old fellow a visit, I am as robust as ever. My overlong silence has not been due to injury or death, but rather because of a severe shortage of time. So many things have converged upon me at once that, in order to meet all the demands, harsh measures were called for. When there is a battle at sea, and a frigate finds itself obliged to speed away from a man o’ war, having first spread all its canvas and still seeing itself in danger of being overtaken, it is the wise captain who lightens his ship by pitching things overboard. Sometimes the heaviest items are of the most value; however, in the last extremity, they can only be burdens. First the cannons are heaved into the sea, which surely pains the captain; then the barrels of grog go next, doubtlessly grieving the crew; but if, in the end, the frigate can make its escape and live to fight another day, then the jettisoning of such valuables is justified. So, in this way, like a dutiful captain, I found myself compelled to toss my blog into the drink.

Things are still very busy for me and I can neither promise regular posts nor regular visits to the blogs of those who favor me with their kind attention. I suppose if there ever was a natural time to end a blog, this would be it, but I have hopes that my life won’t continue to be so nutty, and I can once again abuse the English language in such a painful and public way.