There is no scheduled Compost this week, unless something really funny happens and I can’t contain myself. (This is the trouble when your hobby is also your job.)
In the meantime, if you can’t bear to go a day without hearing from me, you can follow me on Twitter, where I promise to tweet only inane vacation-based musings about non-topical issues like “This airport is pleasant!” and “Hey, Dyson hand dryers are like helpful dragons.” Maybe things will get really wild and I’ll live-tweet a sunset or a chapter of an Evelyn Waugh novel, but I’m pretty sure someone will sedate me before that occurs.
Also, looking back over the past several slightly-over-a-year-if-you-squint, I want to thank the regular readers (both of you! No, I’m kidding, all eight of you. You know who you are.) for making the Compost a part of your life and justifying my existence. If you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, then you probably laughed to yourself at least once in your cubicle, and it was awkward for those around you. I appreciate it!
See you on my return! Unless something funny happens.