Dear Lunatics,
This is a note for any night owls out there who might be waiting until the wee hours, their ears pricked, expecting to hear a howl from me. I’m sorry to say that I’m not well enough to compose a dispatch this month. I’d ask the Moon to turn around and circle back in February, but I doubt she’d listen.
Since the last time the Moon was full, The Lunar Dispatch surpassed 5,000 subscribers—a feat I never expected even in my most feral of dreams. So imagine how sheepish I feel coming to you, tail between my legs, on the first full moon following this milestone, asking you to forgive me for falling down on the job.
All I can say is thank you subscribers—new and old—for sending this odd little newsletter skyward. And I promise, as soon as I’m feeling wild and wolfish again, to be back at my desk, writing a letter to you by moonlight.
In the meantime, please enjoy tonight’s Wolf Moon. I might only be able to muster a whimper, so by all means, please howl in my stead.
See you on the Snow Moon!
—WD
I'm in the pack, howling for you.
One of the abiding features of the Moon is her constancy. She will wait for you. Be well.