Drop me a line and I promise I’ll bite.
(not enough to break the flesh)
I prefer post by owl, raven, or accurately flung paper airplanes, but if you’re short on avians and crap at geometry, use the tool below. Stoked you stuck round.
No social media, I’m afraid. It fillets me like a fish, and I like to keeps my insides intact and ribs unskinned.
Mon-Fri The witching hour-five minutes ago
Sat-Sun The Gilded Age
Alternatively, on the fifth day, you could look to the east. There is a chance, however small, I may pop round on horseback.