Dear Lunatics,

This is a note for any night owls out there who might be waiting until the wee hours, their ears pricked, expecting to hear a howl from me. I’m sorry to say that I’m not well enough to compose a dispatch this month. I’d ask the Moon to turn around and circle back in February, but I doubt she’d listen.

Since the last time the Moon was full, The Lunar Dispatch surpassed 5,000 subscribers—a feat I never expected even in my most feral of dreams. So imagine how sheepish I feel coming to you, tail between my legs, on the first full moon following this milestone, asking you to forgive me for falling down on the job.

All I can say is thank you subscribers—new and old—for sending this odd little newsletter skyward. And I promise, as soon as I’m feeling wild and wolfish again, to be back at my desk, writing a letter to you by moonlight.

In the meantime, please enjoy tonight’s Wolf Moon. I might only be able to muster a whimper, so by all means, please howl in my stead.

See you on the Snow Moon!

—WD