Tacit ma non Troppo

I would like to convey my deepest apologies for not writing sooner. I cannot say that I have been too busy, but I can express my thoughts about writing when one has nothing to say. In a word, I would rather leave a post when there is something to write about, rather than when one is, as it were, at a loss for words. Thus it is that I write now, not earlier and not later. And so what is that I wish to say? Only this: that I really have nothing to say!

This reminds me of something that happened in the Wollzeile last week. As I sat at my favorite table in my favorite coffeehouse, a tremendous clatter echoed through the street. Of course, we who sat inside out of the cold enjoying our Melanges craned our necks to see what was going on. First one pedestrian passed, and then another, and yet another. Mein Gott! the street was full of people! And that is what happened in the Wollzeile last week.

And now I must end my nonsense and think of something to write.