What I was doing
I really do emphasise with the Traveller in Walter de la Mare's classic poem, The Listeners. I came back, as I said I would, and then left again. Now (August 2019) I'm back again out of curiosity, though with a sense of guilt that I started something and left it unfinished. For the moment, I'm looking around and I may make a few minor edits (in the end, a huge pile of big edits). Watch this space.
And yet again (June 2020), the Traveller has returned. This time, having smote the moonlit door, he is isolating himself in the still house and insisting that the listeners observe social distancing.