I was thinking the other day about blogs that don't exist anymore. Back when I started, way back in 2004, I remember one blog supposedly written by a British call girl that was quite amusing. She stopped writing because she got an offer to put her musings into a book. Supposedly. I don't remember her name or the name of the blog, so I can't google to get the whole story. There were others; most only lasted a few months, for whatever reason, perhaps just boredom and failing to come up with things to write about. I, of course, have never been at a loss for words, a factoid that was frequently found on my report cards many many years ago. No point in trying to change now, is there?
If my sister was still alive, she would have been 70 in March. She's been gone for 12 years. When she was alive, it was a crisis a day, and I was supposed to mediate whomever she had pissed off. It got really really old.
She was the first of all our relatives to go, due to a fall. Now there is no one left except me and 3 cousins (out of eight) that I haven't seen more than once in the last 20 years. All the earlier generation has been gone years too. It makes Christmas a little bleak, and maybe we try too hard to be jolly. Ho? Ho? Ho? Hello? But it is what it is.
Definition for the day: "OCD : Obsessive Cat Disorder." (We have 6)
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