Some time ago Trev left the hill, the one that did a lot of the work, and took on a journey for serious musing. The good news is that the baton has been picked up so that the auxiliaryMUSING may continue even if intermittently and somewhat less reliably.
“Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull
into a cup for others to drink wine from.
In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man,
who doesn't know what he's about to do!”