Ah, Procrastiland. How I’ll miss your labyrinth of cobbled digressions, leading nowhere except the sorrowful bottom of a wine bottle and endless televisual diversions (damn you, Game of Thrones!).

I bid adieu to your wily warrens of iniquity where countless hours are squandered on endless rumination. Hear me! For I’ll ne’er return to that twilit bay where inertia ebbs and flows with the tides of the sea. No more, I say!

I’m coming home to the Forge to get those creative juices flowing once again. I’ll re-jig my little blogosphere (done, boom!) and get cracking. No more playing truant at life! No more chocolate martinis by the pool (ock, really?).

I’m champing at the proverbial bit to get some new stuff on here. She who dares and all that. So keep a weather eye on the horizon my blogger chums, and watch for my signal!

2016 is going to be a productive year for old H. B. you see if it isn’t!