Recently, a man made a extraordinarily generous gift. The Bear thanks him again. Some people have set up $10 a month automatic payments. Others toss $25 worth of the finest salmon to the Bear on a regular basis. Whatever the gift, the Bear is always happy to be remembered.
The Bear tries to keep up with sending thank-yous, but must admit he has not been as diligent as he should be in that department. He is confused about who he has thanked. His life has been consumed of late by the - what's the word - ambitious epic novel Judging Angels. And then there is Twitter, which is apparently essential to publicizing said novel. And last, but not least, there is this SCB ephemeris, which remains his first love.
The Bear has a neurology consult soon. If anyone wants to pray that the Bear does not have some horrible disease, he'd appreciate it. But God's will be done.
It's good to see brand new names in the combox. But it is wonderful for me to see the longtime creatures of these enchanted Woodlands, over which the Bear rules as a benevolent despot.