“Yes!” I admit it, “I am chimping it again on the Word Processor trying to fathom what has become of me the past month.” Triond even sent me a sweet e-mail imploring my return. So, where have I been some several weeks now?

• Rescuing my aunt from the clutches of a rabid junkie on an escape mission in the nether reaches of the Outback
• Moving swan-like in a gleaming mall as if I’m another Stepford Wife having an joyous out-of-body experience in an Aldi store
• Biting my tongue and sleeping in a car – dreaming of the day I would return to the pen-pad that is Tantalising Triond
• Howling at the moon whilst camping by a river, beside a hugh fire, in a place no-one can get to
• Shagging in bushes. “No, not that type of shagging!” Just finding my way, as all Trogs do through nature, doing animally things with other critters.

I am home again in a high-tech city, on a computer, hoping I’m still literate. You cannot believe how wonderful it is as I drive down stunning super-highways in a Merc with the sun behind me and the freshest air in the world brushing my fur….

I hope this makes sense. After all I live in a realm third-way between Man, Animal and Triond. My life, in short is a brilliant tapestry at the moment, but I sure miss gambolling amongst the Triond realm.

Until next time… What are you doing now?