I've been losing sleep ever since I read the post on April 24 from Mr. Lemony Snicket.
The poor, unfortunate Baudelaire orphans have been haunting me ever since. The day
dawned sunny and bright yesterday, the perfect day for searching out the dastardly
Count Olaf.

Alas, my efforts were thwarted, a word that here means that I took the wrong trail and
met up with murderers and a treacherous stonewall. With all the wasted time, the evil
one made good his escape. All I have to show for my efforts is his cachet in my log.
Get out there intrepid letterboxers...the poor orphans need all the help they can get.
With a heavy heart, N Wise