Post-Migratory Reflections

We are just now exhaling & relaxing, back in our respective rooms. Hoyle has completed the "migration" that would take "1, possibly 2 days", which turned into six days. I think we all weathered the storm quite nicely, with a great deal of dignity & aplomb. It's true, Shirley Dunc had a rocky withdrawal the first 2 days, where she sent out heart-wrenching YM's saying "I'm borrrrred." By day 3 she had pulled herself together & was sending much cheerier YM's.

Big Ted tbear suggested that we use the down time to go outside & get some sun on our pasty pusses. I just chalked that up to a Hoyle-deprived psychosis that was forcing him to have weird thoughts. Go out into the sun? That's just crazy talk.

Many of you panicked & went over to WordSteal & now you probably feel guilty & maybe slightly dirty. It's okay. You are not a traitorous miscreant. Many of our players sought temporary refuge at that friendly wayside website where there were tile racks to behold & a No S Rule. You weren't gettin' any, so you told yourself it was okay to get it somewhere else. You coughed up a new blob of rationalization every time you started pushing tiles around at that site. "Hoyle wants me to be here, otherwise why would it push me away?" "Hoyle doesn't want me, it never wanted me. They need me here." Please do not be riddled with guilt. As I said, many players also succumbed. Not me, of course. I just sobbed quietly into my pillow for the duration.

The Mighty Pepperrin suffered defeat last night, at the hands of a creature that was half frog, half wurm. My corvine partner was barely hanging in there, due to a case of the flu, & that dastardly frogwurm took the opportunity to get us into a fatal choke hold. There was pond goo everywhere. We will meet again in healthier times, you cold-blooded villains. Oh yes.....we'll meet again.