Just a day to write

Retreat, retrench, reflect, rest. Should have been on picket line, but feeling sick and headachey. Need to rest for father’s doc appoint. tomorrow.

Everyday I want to write---and every time I get the time/privacy opportunity, I procrastinate—it’s after 4pm!. How can you hate to do something that you love to do? How can you make yourself escape something that is ordinarily addictive?

Because it’s public? Because you know it will never be the full truth? Because you know you will censor your expression?

On with it—LJ posts must be done today; ( parental )

Love to all. Heard from three pryanksters today. Two needed help and I couldn’t assist them much, I’m afraid. One I called because her LJ post sounded needful—she’s ok and has an army to back her up (love our Teddy barelyproper). And the LJ of one of our prodigals sounded lonely, but he has back up from Sailor Pryank/ psychababble, she who doth rock.
I wish we had helped him feel more at home---would he mind visiting us and singing for us again? Perhaps he might cheer us instead.

The weeks they was

Just because I haven't even posted these in my own private diary. Will at least get them noted HERE. Of no particular interest, but just to keep track.


Just because I haven't even posted these in my own private diary. Will at least get them noted HERE. Of no particular interest, but just to keep track.

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