Biting my tongue.

Among my other personal peccadilloes is a habit of saying that there's something that I'm not saying.

Most folks might have a thought that they know will offend or upset, and then take one of two courses. They blurt it out without thinking or think better of it and say nothing. I have, to the vexation of my spouse, discovered a third path: saying I'm not saying something. Which inevitably means I'm probably hoping someone will talk me into saying it, because it's usually something I find very funny and want to say anyway.

What does this have to do with Sherlock Holmes, you ask?

Well, there's a certain group of fans who aren't happy with me on a regular basis, and even though I'm trying to stay away from the subject that sets them off this summer . . .  

You see, this is the part where the trouble starts. If I say what it is that is causing me to grin malevolently, I'm starting down the path to actually saying what I probably shouldn't say.

But I'm really trying hard this summer. Holding back, saving it up, letting the kettle simmer.

So I'll just say this: there is a bit of information out there that is worth several rude and amusing comments, one that's making me laugh right now. You may find it, and you may make them yourself. 

But me? I'm taking the higher path for summer vacation. Because there will be plenty of time for getting out the monster truck and going mudding on the lower path this fall. 

Plenty of time. Have a great summer!