I Don't Bite

Dear Reader,

If you've ever been tempted to comment on any entry, please do so. Not that I'm inviting trolls (heaven forfend!), but this effort would seem ever so less lonely a task.

You might make helpful suggestions. You might make a friend. You might just bark at the moon, you slut.

If you're not stunned by what you read for this month, go back to the beginning. Maybe something I posted last year might grab you. I said I didn't bite; I didn't say I don't grab.

If nothing else, find fault. Like many an old comedian said, "I know you're out there. I can hear you breathing."