Today, indeed, seemed to have a wild hex upon it, from the early morning into late evening. It threw me into a funk from which only the playfulness of this post has lifted me. Unfortunately, my research has left me with a Shakespearean twist from which I cannot wrest but a single sensible word. Begone, spirit! Begone ghosts of crafty lingua long past. Leave me to scribble my meanderings in a modern tongue comprehensible to all and one in 2023.

So boo. Trick or treat. Go find an old oak and dance under it tonight. Me, I’m going to crawl under the nearest goose-down duvet, “say a few spells, and baby, there you go”. It’s finally cool here!