Mountains

Come, join us for a (very) long weekend in the foothills of this most wonderful, restful and restorative of mountain ranges. You’ll be warmed by the Twin Suns, taken on eldritch guided hikes by the Lurking Teddies, plied with scrumptious food by the Shoggoths, serenaded by tame Byakhees, treated to a unique variety of Tarantella by the intern Shubniggureths (on kindly loan by their Ineffable Mother) and generally spoiled rotten by the Hovering Things. Forget, be it only for a few days, that these days genocides are a public spectacle that can be seen on TV, and beyond implausible excuses are sought, found and pushed by the genociders and their minions and nobody says boo. Life is short.
PS. I know, I'm being sort of remiss in my interaction with my friends and contacts here. Things are ...extremely interesting. And energies as thin as a cat's ear. But I'm confident all will be well (or at least not total crap) soon. So, see you soon-ish. XXX