What with Ozzy Osborne’s first wife’s first cousin visiting, the tall ships sailing in and out of port, the White Stripes being in town, the jazz festival happening, Beauty and the Beast on stage, my Photoshop studies ongoing and that strange heat-giving yellow orb in the sky - I believe the ancients called it the sun? - this typist has been falling down on the job.

I realize that my posting has become sporadic.

But we dwellers of this foggy, rain-drenched land are thrown for a loop when we are confronted by heat and sunshine at this time of year.

And when it happens we feel compelled to rush outside and dance around in praise of the great yellow orb. Please forgive me.

Of course this blog and its readers are the most important thing. Without it and you, there would be no me.

They are predicting rain in the next few days so my postings should pick up.