How many times in the life of one blog can I say "it's not blogbandonment, I'm just not feeling well?" Let's try it one more time. 
Dear friends, it's not blogbandonment. I'm just not feeling my normal spry and writerly self. This will pass, it always does.
Pshaw, I say. Pshaw.
You know what would go good with that whine? Apples.
I’ll get you started.
“Once upon a time a woman in a distant city sliced five pounds of apples into paper-thin slices, nestled them into a dish, brushed them with melted butter and scattered sugar over them...”
Musing is hungry (and thankless) work, pass me a plate.