The Monkey, having taken a sabbatical in Niue, is acutely rested for a 2017 return to business. Frankly, 2016 began to take quite a toll on this simian, and the solitude of being on a relatively deserted polynesianal placid island was recuperative.
During my down time, which was nearly constant, except for the occasional coconut harvest and driving away turtle-sized crabs from my dormitory, I found time to work on a parallel project that will be disclosed in a future post. I cannot provide details at this point, but I can say confidently, without the use of hyperbole, that it will forever change the path forward for the human (and ape) race.
I didn’t have any companionship, save for Sammy the Sloth (pictured below). That was pretty much his pose the entire time I was on Niue.
“Good listener, though.”
Turns out he’s a Colts fan as well, so we shared our disappoinment. Sammy has relatives at the Indianapolis Zoo that seem pretty midwest-normal.
And so with this re-introduction, I’ll get back to my writing. I’d like to quietly thank an Arizona-based monkey-type who continues to press me to write. It’s working, I fear.