I’ve been trying for months to convince myself to write something here. This is the result of all that planning.
To clarify, the title of this post was not a yawn. I did not just sleep for months and wake up loudly. It was just a noise. Possibly that of a terrifying mooseduck.
If I ever continue the story that I started in February, it will probably be restarted and not soon. For now, I want to get back in the habit of updating The Slowest of all Possible Elevators with something that resembles dailiness.