Porthole

Does anyone converse any more?

Almost midnight. 35 degrees. Choking on apple juice and a piece of bread.

Earlier Bri gave me cauliflower pizza. She did very well. I could taste the caulifower ... which is fine for me as I like it.

I did speak to my sister. Family has been concerned because I haven't been in touch. We shared some medical issues. And that was enlightening.

I wasted too much time on social media. Not as bad as before but I need to just disconnect. Few on bookface want to have a conversation. The daily fake news and misplaced outrage is disturbing.

I've been reluctant to stir things up on the WDC newsfeed but it seems it's one of the very few ways to engage people. I'm keeping the 30dbc entries mostly short and bland. They are being read and commented on though.

37 degrees and warming at 10:44.

It won't get very warm or cold this week. Whatever sunshine we get will be welcome. The sun is streaming in this morning.

I've had a coffee but I'm tired.

Need to do some writing today. One contest entry is due and another one looms. Which means I just want to read and sit with a cat on my lap. Since I don't have a cat...

*sigh* I'm really lonely.

46 degrees at 4 p.m. Wants to rain. Won't.

I finished a memoir for a contest. "Sunday mornings, 1960 493 words [360b] " 

I'm behind in my writing.

Behind in everything.

40 degrees at 7 in the evening.

Called my mother. She was lucid. Which is great. If she gets a UTI she isn't. She's 98.

My sister just had a big birthday. We won't mention which one because ... y'know ... she's old shh.

So need to get ahold of my aunt in NC.

I realize folks use answering machines to screen calls but that does nothing for me.

It tried to rain all day; nary a drop.

On to other things.

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