Good and fine morning, to you my long lost fuzzlings.
i write to you from a rubber dingy at the bottom of a creative well.
It's my own fault really, I sat in the dingy when it was at the top, started painting a picture while sipping from the well anjd now the well is drank, the picture is almost done and now i'm at the bottom and have to pee.
So, as I float to the top as the levels rise, I ascend back up into the world of the living on the rising water-marks of... well of pee I suppose (dam, i really should think these metaphors through better before I begin) anyway, I am almost finished the painting and I would very much like to share it with all of you , my fabulous fuzz-lings.

In the mean time, march forward, head and whiskers held high and snort your derision at the world of the glaborous (non-fuzzied) and peel your eyes heavenward for signs of silliness, perk your ears to the sounds of giggles in the woods and be ever vigilant, that you may not fall victim to the dirty, circling birds of apathy.

And so from the bottom of my well i say unto thee...
I am back, I am among you and I am ridiculouuuuuuuuuuus!!!!