I'm Pretty Sure It Wasn't A Jehovah's Witness . . .

Hairy told me to deliver the following:

"Is that diver--YIKES! Shelob? We gotta move again. This time when he reached the outer door, he bent his pry bar. Leave him some granite holes with rusty residue and fill this whole space with sand.

Activate the blog and let our tiny, tiny audience know we're looking for a new place. It'll be next week or week after that we can set up and start blogging again. Six days to a week, right?
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Oh. Well, that's close enough."