Clearly, kids, it is not a great day to be outdoors. Mother Nature doubtless wants me to have a miserable springtime. And that's not even the beginning. I still have to find an Oscar Night party to crash, because if I don't, I'll have to, as previously hinted herein, take the rather insane step of camping out under the Good Morning America SuperSign in Times Square just to be able to watch the Academy Awards. To most of you Mortals, a dilemma such as this would be foolhardy; however, desperate Wizards tend to cast desperate spells if pushed over the line, and if I know Merlin, he excelled at that with a vengeance!
So, unless I find a suitable --- read, sensible --- alternative, I may have to do the Times Square thing whether I want to do it or not. Every person, I think, has his and/or her magnificent obsession, or so I'm told. Nonetheless, I have made the commitment to you, my readers, to bring you my on-the-spot observations of Oscar Night as only I can! It's simply that I am being forced to take certain risks to accomplish that aim; and if I can't do it as I would wish to do it, I have failed you, dear friends --- and that's something I can't allow to happen.
No, dears, failing my many fans is something I refuse to permit myself to do (besides, I couldn't live with myself anyway were that to happen!). So, I shall make at least ONE effort to do as I've promised; as always, I can only say stay ye tun'd!