They say we Capricorns possess (symbolically, in most cases) the body of a goat and the tail of a fish. I’ve been further informed by people who concern themselves with this sort of thing that the reason for such a perverse union is that we are equally adept at reaching great heights and achieving astonishing lows. So, either the Capricorn crowd can be readily divided into natural winners and born losers or we’re all a bunch of conflicted, vacillating workaholics. I find it propitious and comforting to align with the latter option*.
To that end, I’d like to make it clear that:
1. My delay in sending out stickers is Zazzle’s fault; not mine.
2. My delay in responding to your e-mails and PMs is my fault; not yours.
3. My delay in posting something new to read is the result of an unforgiving words-to-minutes ratio.
4. My delay in leaving comments at your VOX blogs is the result of an unforgiving spammer-to-authenticator ratio. (Seriously, VOX: Do something about the spamdexers already, will ya!?)
One can only go so high without wings and diving too deeply is hard on a goat’s sinuses, so I’ve sort of been going sideways lately. Thanks for hanging on! I'll find a new foothold very soon…
*Of course, how I feel about my inability to fellate myself or even fart on command suggests that perhaps "great heights" and "astonishing lows" are merely matters of perspective.