This is not the diary I wanted to write.
I don't want to go on hiatus, but some recent events at work are forcing my hand. This hiatus will hopefully be about four weeks long.
___This part cut. I will now give you a poem_____
Flames
Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.
His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.
His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into the distance.
He is sick of dispensing
warnings to the careless,
the half-wit camper,
the dumbbell hiker.
He is going to show them
how a professional does it.
by Billy Collins
_______Now, back to our regularly scheduled GBCW diary_______
So, I am going away until I get my privacy back. I'll be on in the evenings, and try to garner some mojo where I can...but the time commitment might be too great.
See you in a few weeks, folks. Much love to the C&Jers, and hey, if you haven't supported your local BiPM recently, please do so.