Recuperation

From the round table of Arthur Pensteam.

Heyo heyo.

I want to keep this one brief, as my mental capacity has declined rapidly during the stresses of planning the upcoming event's minutia. My brain is operating through a thick fog that encompasses my entire figure; I am embodying the full recluse, shrouding myself in my jackets, haunting spaces I once held dear. So stands February.

However, my solace is placated by the company of several books. I will admit, I am a very slow reader. It takes me some time to absorb each sentence and to taste every syllable as they fall. But Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces has provided me with a relatively fast-paced, entertaining snippet of absurdist 60s New Orleans. It is a book of shenanigans and bizarre conversations, which means it's perfectly to my taste.

Anyways -

Despite my real life setbacks, Zoo Crew is progressing quite well. The Zoo Crew are making their way out into the campus and into what could be a mystery. Admittedly, I'm not sure if "a book about something that could be a mystery" truly falls under the Mystery category of your local chain bookstore. I've been workshopping labels for two years; hopefully, I'll arrive at an answer soon.

The fog descends. Enjoy your time on this planet, and I'll see you next week.