It has been nearly 370 days without a single posting.

I am beginning to think that people are forgetting about me. Wouldn't that be convenient? Well: I will not be forgotten. Not that easily.

Let me share this fortune:

You will go nearly 370 days without anyone posting to you. Then you remember that once you were loved and it will so increase the loneliness that your world will be overpowered by its cloying inevitability--the smell of orange blossoms about to turn rancid but for now promising a cornucopia to the bees and the grass at the trees' feet is sticky with nectar. Sneer at your good fortune if you dare, the stingers of your comeuppance are bared and their venom is more bitter than turned orange blossom, I assure you. Your blog is like spoiled fruit on the vine: it clings to a tree that has already abandoned it.