Mer der Mystery

Yes, sea that mysterie in Franco-German. I came 'round these parts to make a content-free posting which would, despite its lack of content renew my bindings to the ol' bloege...but then I saw that my last posting was from but four days ago! I assure, you kind reader, I have no recollection of having made any such entry! My battle against alcoholism has not been a rout on my part, but the only reasonable explanation (reasonable for me, anyways) would be a black-out. And I have had no black-outs for ages! Certainly not a mere four days ago. (To the uninitiated at the torments of dipsomania: one generally is able to recognize in retrospect the fact of having experienced anterograde amnesia, given a few hours of consciousness and, inevitably, a few clues such as unexplained wounds and missing twenty dollar bills.) How, then did this entry appear?--

Ghosts?!

No, no. That makes scant little sense. Perhaps I am just extremely forgetful, in a manner indicative of my pitiless abuse of my brain (to speak nothing of liver, heart, lungs, ankles, etc.) and my death by neurological disease at the age of, say, thirty-seven. Curious!