dervish alert

As the sun dips in the sky, winking kindly, I want to extend my warmest mind rays out to creatures de la Ned's. My being was overtaken by a malevolent dervish, wheeling me through the last few days at breakneck speed, sufi poetry streaming out of every orifice. But I did not mean it! It was a possession. Lost in a lifeless but fast-moving trance I have come and gone to beige world, snorts and all. At nightfall the dervish loses its steam but I was not able to shake it till today. The M wizard calls, there is panic, there is communication disorder, but all is resolved. The dervish steered me around and around with small discs and print outs which I have delivered successfully to the carver of the ages, a specialist is heiroglyphics. She is adding a splash of subtle alignment to the pictures and words which will fold in on themselves like a tidy, magic clam. Aah sweet relief. The relic will be formed and the dervish spirit releases its unholy grip.

My apologies fair friends. I am not up to date on many current events, I am absent from the pure joy of folly. My butler is depressed but we are holding hands tonight in celebration of a new start together. Welcome Sushi one to our fellowship. I fear the CS, but only in an embarrassed way. The dervish is disabled but horrid. If someone offers you a piece of gray-blue sparkly chewing gum do not take it. The dervish lurks in unsuspected hallows. Beware!!