Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

My apologies to those two or three of you who gather together here regularly for my absence of the past couple days, but it seems the flu bug has decided to come a’calling at Port Swiller Manor.  Youngest gel has been unusually meek and docile, and while I managed to get through the day on Monday, I woke up Tuesday morning with that feeling you get that all of your bones have been removed and your brain has been switched out for lead ingots.

I’m told that this is a fairly hit-and-run strain, so hopefully I’ll be back on my feet in relatively short order.  As for when my Muse, who has a habit of fleeing in panic at the first onset of trouble, decides to return to her throne, well, who can say.

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