DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - AD PAENITEMUS MORA
2211 BELLS - DIE 8 - UMBRAL MOON 3
SUBJECT:
Regarding apologies
POLICY: Non compis mentis
Sometimes things get away from us, in this case, it was my mind, and for that I apologise. Life has been something of a topsy turvy roller coaster of late. I took over for my headmate for a while and in doing so burnt myself ragged as the primary front. I can easily see now why she herself burnt out, and why the two of us working in concert with the occasional help from one of the others is so essential. If we were all one person- it- in some ways it might be easier. All our parts forming a cohesive whole with no barriers between.
The vagaries of life however are what they are, and there are those barriers between us and we're separate entities in a singular body, needing to communicate with each other, and help each other. When one of us tries to go it alone for too long, it gets more difficult than it already is.
One of the things that fell by the way side was posting on Cohost. Not because we don't enjoy it, or that we don't think it has value, but because we couldn't. Just as when we are stressed it's hard to keep up with discords we're in, or communicate with our external loved ones. We're starting to come back around, and hopefully we'll be able to pick the Dispatches up once again. They did bring us joy every now and again. Astute folk will notice that Tarnish got her own bloody page as well. Silly Dragon Bun- but she wanted her own, so now and again there may be things over there too.
For my part, I love you, you fabulous creatures of Cohost, I hope you've all been well. Also, barring any need for further posting tonight, securi dormite!
