I Have Returned... Barely

My word, where to begin?

I feel war-weary. I feel as though someone has brandished a particularly rabid plague in a syringe, and injected it into the artery left of my handsome and manly Adam's apple. But I will try to convey the treachery that has come via excreta incarnate, Loki...

First, I must know that you are still there my beloved Anthemites. I shant cast my woes into the blogging void and weep bitter tears of loneliness over my dilapidated keyboard. I shant. I mustn’t.