The Emperor's Old Clothes
Howdy again C.O.T. Agents (and Spies) and Fnords. I am reporting to you once again from the frontline in the war against...um, people who aren't like us. So anyway, I'm only in my fifth month of confinement in Hick-Spew County. Very interesting. Very interesting indeed. I never go into Y-Hicka anymore. Unless it's to get coffee at my favorite cafe (in Yreka), The Daily Grind. Or to go hiking on the Mountain Lion and Rattlesnake-infested trail known as Upper Ditch trail. I cannot disclose (yet) exactly what I'm up to. There are spies, fnords, who have the worst of intentions. Tomorrow is Samhain. Know that I will be thinking of ya'll and sending telepathic love your way. After this semester of school is over, Agents, it's back to reading material that doesn't strangle my brain and (if the good lord's a-willin' and the creek stays low) some writing. For now, content thyself with my vague and uninteresting reports (and continue to keep in touch). As ever, your Church of Saint-Sulpice, FELIX