A tawdry list of excuses I could throw at your feet. Alas, they’d all be terribly boring and lend nothing to the writing milieu.
I could employ my rather fearful imagination and deliver to you a tale of wondrous woe.
Or I could simply throw myself down on the pointy end of the truth and admit I simply forgot to blog today.
Go ahead and gasp, my friends. Feel slighted. Wallow in forlorn. I do not blame you.
I will wear my hair shirt well tonight and will learn from the incessant itch. And tomorrow I will return stronger, if a bit more rashy.