Dear People,
As you know, my eyes fill with the tears of 1,000 platypus puggles whenever I have to cancel a game, but I just got back from Bushrod and even though it has now stopped raining after a mighty downpour this morning, the situation is grave. Indeed, she is now a tragic malarial suck-swamp of hideous mud and filth that needs at least several hours of sun, which is clearly not a comin.’
On the other hand, it already looks like sunny climes for next week and so for now, despite it all: Optimistude. . . . Ray