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Cooler weather. Currently it's only 77˚F and partly cloudy. We begin to approach green autumn.

Yesterday I wrote 1,017 words on Agents of Dreamland.

And I'm feeling bad about how often these entries are so very, very short, how my LJ entries of late don't bear much resemblance to the more meaty entries of years past. But the truth is that readership here bottomed out a long time ago, and it's hard to motivate myself to write on LJ at length. I'll likely keep the journal going, out of habit, and because I think there are interesting days ahead. Maybe another year, maybe a little more.

I'm not quite awake. Seven hours and all the drugs, they leave me groggy and turned about.

Aunt Beast


Marc D. Goldfinger
Aug. 6th, 2015 04:44 pm (UTC)
We're Out Here!
Sometimes I just drop in to read. I'll bet many people don't always write something in response. It's a big world out there and some of us are paying attention.

I just saw my therapist and the Insurance we have makes it so hard for her to get paid. And we pay them plenty. They must hire people to design hoops that are difficult to get through so therapists throw their hands up in disgust and give up. My primary is Medicare and they are almost as bad.

I always say,"It's a good day not to have a gun," and I'm serious.

Books are better than guns.
Aug. 6th, 2015 05:09 pm (UTC)
Re: We're Out Here!

There are several ways that I'm able to keep up with traffic to the LJ. And they all indicate that I've dropped to a small fraction of the readers I had at its, around 2007.