I don’t know if it’s a new record, but it was quite something to see those stats this morning.
Betty White is dead. Because I’m a blabbermouth probably half a dozen people who follow me on twitter heard it from me first. The internet is helping people express their emotions, a kind of worshipful, almost amused, grief being foremost.
MANY PEOPLE ARE ANGRY THAT HENRY KISSINGER OUTLIVED HER. Many, o many.
Greeted the New Year with gentle snores, as is the custom in our clan.
This morning we will do a small shop. I certainly don’t intend to linger in the store, and I’m going to wear my most expensive mask.
VOCATION – GRATITUDE – PARSIMONY
Those are my three words this year. Work on my vocation, complete projects. Be grateful and express gratitude for my life of good fortune. Parsimony – try to expend no resources or money needlessly. We’ll see how we go.
No billets-doux from the readers at Archive of Our Own this morning. I continue to work on the stories I have on the go, but the output is rather feeble – 50 – 200 words at a time. Ah well, a beach is built by grinding a whole bunch of different rocks over thousands of years, right?
Time to plug the laptop in to charge and deal with the crockery insurrection in the kitchen.