Today's post title is brought to you by Terry Pratchett, through the immortal words of Granny Weatherwax, the awesomest witch in literature. If you don't know who Granny Weatherwax is, or (gasp!) have never heard of Terry Pratchett, GO AND READ WYRD SISTERS RIGHT NOW!
Here's one of the opening bits of Wyrd Sisters, which should totally compel you to read it:
Witches are not by nature gregarious, at least with other witches, and they certainly don't have leaders... Granny Weatherwax was the most highly-regarded of the leaders they didn't have.
Anyway! The main purpose of this post is to tell you that even though it looks to be the case, I haven't in fact dropped off the face of the earth. I just haven't had much to say lately. I'm sure I'll be spouting all sorts of things once summer is over.
In the meantime, here's a beautiful, beautiful song for you to listen to. I don't even know what language they're singing half of it in, but I love it anyway. I think you will, too.