A delay

For those of you expecting a new post this week I am observing a moment of decorum to gather myself and the narwhals into a more comfortable position to parry he thrusts of Jack, who persists in writing little love letters and deleting them after I respond.  The last had to do with Bartleby the Scrivner, something I read In College in lieu of Moby Dock (sorry narwhals)..   I recalled this novela  as I responded last to Jack and s/he  deleted their "barb".  Oh, well.  That said I think I am going to try to go a week without offending the offendable.  The narwhals and I shall return, perhaps over the weekend.