Send in the rabbits

(bodily unpleasantness, much of it in street language, so likely to be offensive to many readers) tiger tiger tiger for terminal August; send in the rabbits of September, and we can marvel (with Stephen Sondheim) Isn’t it rich? / Isn’t it queer? — that we should come to this time of the year Yes, this is getting out a day late, but I have an excuse. It’s both painful to hear about — involving 12 hours of excruciating pain for me — and deeply revolting — well, literally shitty — so I’m having trouble framing the story for you. Then, as a kind of ghastly sideshow, various pieces of essential software (Facebook is mostly to blame) simply stopped working as they should, making it impossible for me to make my blog postings available through FB. All together, giving the Lost Day of 8/31. The past is prologue. I wrote earlier about being afflicted a while back with cyclospora or something very much like it, with both intestinal symptoms (brought to bay fairly quickly with meds) and…