Just a short note from the frozen hinterland, folks...
I had to delete my second-most-recent post in which I detailed the sports I'd be covering all this week, including the one involving rocks and ice. That sport is hurling, except with a c as the first letter, not an h.
In fact, as my brief explanation following shows, I'm the one with rocks -- in my head.
That sport is so popular in Canada that it turns out at least one website devoted entirely to it found that post, liked it, they know who I am and who I write for and what I'm covering, and they linked to it from their website.
So that might have brought all kinds of people -- who read my stuff in the newspaper I write for and who assume I'm objective and all, which I am -- to my blogsite, where I write about all kinds of stuff: zany, personal or what-have-you.
I was going to delete my blog altogether but I figured I could just delete that post, which I did.
So if anyone was wondering where that post went, it's vaporized.
Now I can go back into hibernation. Carry on. And as they say in (h)urling, HURRY HARD!