The redoubtable Anthony Sacramone, most amusing of the Lutheran bloggers (OK, it’s a low bar) has done it again. And I don’t mean that in a good way.

His recently resurrected Strange Herring blog hasn’t been updated since March 27. And we all know what that means. Mr. Sacramone has lost interest again. He’s only been back at it since February, and already the Herring languishes like a dead… well, like a dead herring.

I suppose I ought to be grateful for what I can get. I try to be clever on this blog, but I’m seldom hilarious. I’m not capable of the consistent high level of mirth that Sacramone generates when he’s on. No doubt it takes something out of a fellow. Perhaps it causes an amusement deficiency in him, forcing him to retreat to a basement hideaway and read Sylvia Plath while depilitating himself with salad tongs, until his system regenerates itself.

At least Doktor Luther In the 21st Century is still tweeting. I don’t tweet myself, or follow tweets, but I read Doktor Luther’s here.

I shall note that today was the actual beginning of spring, for me. It was the first night I have taken my walk by the lake since last fall. The temperature was almost sixty, which is a little cold for me, but a real man would probably call it perfect. I returned home without any injuries that I’m aware of, so let the revels begin!

I shall wear the ends of my trousers rolled, I think.