I suppose you are all wondering if I arrived.
I am sorry to report that despite all your prayers, I did.
I was going to write and say that it’s hot here, but that would be a lie. It’s not hot. It’s fucking hot. But because there is very low humidity it is extremely comfortable.
As promised, I do have a lake all to myself [well, I share it with a load of carp or sharks or something]. They keep sploshing around but only when I’m not looking. Apart from that it’s just Herself, myself and the wind gently rustling the weeping willows. And the sun, of course.
This place does in fact have an Interwebby connection. It’s what I would call a Nostalgic Connection, because it reminds me of the good old dial up days. My browser announced that it wanted to update itself. It’s a small update – a mere 18Mb, but the fucking thing is still tying up the connection after half an hour. What’s worse, I’m trying to send an important email and that ain’t fucking working at all at all. I also have doubts that this scribble will do as it’s supposed to do and appear on the site.
One thing I can promise – if I write here, it’s going to be infrequent at best, and I sure as hell am not going to try sending up any photographs.
And do I care?
Not a jot.