I Had A Lobotomy In The End

Hats off to Saint Paul for taking over the reins while the majority of the Fraters staff skonkered off for the weekend.

I'm dismayed to find out that Madame X missed her reporting deadline on Friday in that I have my own chilling tale to impart.

While the lovely Atomizerette and I were enjoying the sights at a local vineyard on Saturday, we were set upon by both a photographer and a reporter from the Minneapolis StarTribune. We were photographed and briefly interviewed, but our pursuers soon numbed their senses with the fruit of the vine and we managed to escape without bodily harm. I fear, however, that my esteemed collegues may not have been so lucky.

While this may be purely coincidental, I will not take any chances. I am now holed up in Fraters Libertas' southern bunker in fear that the Elder and JB Doubtless may be lost to us.

I hope and pray that they will be returned to us without the telltale lobotomy scars that those who survive must carry (I'm looking in your direction Doug and Syl).

Don't worry about that earwig, James. I hear the madness is only temporary.