And so it is, no fooling …
Coincidentally, WordPress informs me that it’s my 50th post at the Tavern, too. Double cause for celebration then!
In the meantime, what’s happened to Pony Tail Shakespeare?
The reading continues apace, and according to schedule. The writing’s behind, so you’ll have to forgive me for that. Work pressures have subsumed every single area of my life this month – to the extent that I will spend most of today (Saturday, and my birthday to boot) working … at least until ‘beer o’clock‘ kicks in with a vengeance, when I have a couple of very celebratory ales hidden on the Tavern’s top shelf for just such an occasion.
PTS may be, like Falstaff, dead on the battlefield to all appearances, but I merely counterfeit, and will just as suddenly appear, large as life and twice as ugly, as soon as time permits.
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 