No Promises.

The past couple of weeks have been spent in the Mines of Moria. So much darkness, so many demons and monsters to contend with. (Monsters come at you from the shadows, demons catch you in a pincer movement from within. I could expand at length, but I won’t.)

So should I now make that post about what it says on the mouthwash bottle? I think not – too trivial for a tired hobbit sans fellowship. And the enemy has only retired to re-group, so we’ll see how it goes.