When the Baron left this morning, the site was already fading out. Here we are twelve hours later and it’s finally back. He thought originally it would return in a few minutes…
So, just as well he wasn’t here. He’d have worn himself out moving gravel around on the driveway to smooth out the winter’s depredations in order to avoid thinking about the enforced silence.
He told me it was a DoS attack and that Vlad was experiencing something even more intense. Ah well, one of the professional hazards of having publicly declared oneself a member of the Counterjihad.
I hope none of you were too inconvenienced. As for me, my chaise longue, an honest-to-Betsy real Victorian fainting couch, arrives on Monday.