Going out of business (temporarily) notice

Dear misguided patrons,

The author is down in the dumps with that sad last piece of rotting chicken. Figuratively. I am vegetarian. And he is scared, i.e., feeling chicken. So, he is running away to the hills today, which is not really a good idea for he wants to climb hills that scare him even more. Out of his living daylights, in fact. Anyway, he intends to be out for seven days. He is toting his tripod along, so that he can prove that "he wuz dere", if he ever gets "dere". He intends to resume shouldering his share of digital pollution in a week. Or so.

Ho hum,
i.

PS: Sorry, to disappoint the lot that had hoped for a permanent closure of this deplorable waste.