The Morning After, and the Chill of the Dawn

Monday loometh anew, dear Mortals --- and, sadly, so does the chill of the coming winter wind. As I write, my nostrils once more drip furiously! I have barely little, if any, strength to blow my nose. (SNORT!!!)

Long point short, kiddos, I am throwing in ye olde towel, and will no longer be making further public appearances until the Halloween Parade. (Drat!)

So why don't we just call it a blog entry for right now, say I! Everyone take your trusty hankie and blow your nose with me! One, two, three:

SNORT! SNORT!! SNORT!!!
SNORT! SNORT!! SNORT!!! SNORT!!!!
SNORT! SNORT!! SNORT!!! SNORT!!!! SNORT!!!!!


Master Blackwolf