where did they go

The muse that sometimes assists my brain in crafting sentences seems to have taken a short vacation. I suppose having to constantly fight with my poor grammer can be a pain in the ass and even muses need a break now and again, but Holy Hell the words, they have packed up their bags and flitted after that fickle bitch, on their way to some place like Bora Bora to soak up some sun and rum, leaving me an incoherent wretch.

Until they return, please accept this offering of Ferns! and Flowers! Because ferns are soft and pretty and make me feel good.

Maybe the muse will take pity on me and bring my words back without a hangover, feeling perky and refreshed, ready to spew forth all sorts of wonderful sentences.