A couple of weeks ago, I made a resolution to post something every day to this weblog, even if it was just minutiae on the order of “woke up too early today, Daylight Saving Time plays havoc with one’s internal clock.” Who knows? Someone might be interested in my sleeping patterns, although that level of detail is usually reserved for LiveJournal correspondents.

It’s plainly evident, though, that I am unable to maintain any sort of constancy in writing. In my defense, I’m fairly certain that pledges made on April Fool’s Day involve an implicit crossing of fingers. Hopefully, the masses will be satisfied to hear from me only when the mood strikes; or perhaps they’ll drift away and leave me to talk to myself in pleasantly solipsistic reclusion.