I don't post anything for for three days and no one notices!

Alas and alack! I am not missed! Ever and anon none care about a poor old highwayman! Worn out with rowing and my back scarred by the coxswain's lash I shall cast myself into my bunk and hope that I will be drown'd by the tears washing from my ears.

Lo! We sit in the harbor of Savannah, Georgia (the US one, not the one near Russia) waiting to see what Arthur will do, hoping that our Internet collection will continue.