By Merlin's beard, 'tis difficult this Tuesday to think of much to tell you, dearests! 'Tis tough being a Wizard, indeed!

Nonetheless, there is much to discuss. For starters, as usual, no one in mine adopted metropolis has had the temerity to dare secure my services for a personal appearance! I'd like to at the very least crash one wedding, bar/bat mitzvah and/or bachelor/bachelorette party; I grow bored with the people-watching thing, and of late mine eardrums have had to be annoyed by a female flute player who plays the same songs over and over e'en as I make mine rounds at Bethesda, which I shall do again 'pon the morrow.

Look, kids, there's just so much Over the Rainbow a guy can take. After four renditions, you are able to put up with the bloomin' song; but by the time you hear about the happy little bluebirds for the 400th time, you just want to yell "Enough already!" Luckily, Master Thoth feels the same way that I do, and accordingly is waging his own battle to restore sanity to Bethesda Terrace. As ever, the High Istari warned me that there'd be days like this!

Master Blackwolf