Occasionally I may jot something down here, for the bots, for posterity, for my own amusement. Who knows why? Does a salmon know why it does all that travelling? Maybe someone will get something out of it, even if I do not. Let’s not prejudge. Let us take it as it comes and see what we shall see. I’m not a natural writer. I like to think I am, but the fruit withers on the vine, the unused limb atrophies etc. and fine words do not butter any root vegetables of any kind whatsoever.
I will leave it there I think and wish you all blue skies and strontium free days well into your 90s if that is something that you desire.
Auf