I haven't set myself to write recently. I can't explain why, though there are a lot of excuses I could use. At work, during breaks, I used to flesh out an outline of my daily activities, to be proofed and updated at home. I no longer have the luxury of break time most days, and when I do the last thing I want to do is sit at the computer. I'm having a few medical issues ⦠yeah, I know, what else is new ⦠which are worrisome, though not particularly bad. And Clueless is ill, possibly seriously ill. I thought I'd have CW for years yet. The thought of losing him hits me hard. Of all the things I inherited from my mother, I cherish him the most.
I did write a bit earlier in the week about my weekend at Cape May. It was a rather long entry, actually, with a few pictures and a lot of babble and very little worth reading, much less recording. It was lost during one of the DD outages that have occurred with depressing frequency recently. Dr. Nineteen cats and I did have good time, though, and the weather was fairly cooperative. We took the Cape May-Lewes ferry on Sunday, just to say we'd done it. We mostly shopped, and ate, and walked the beach, and talked about everything. I've now managed to say in one paragraph essentially what I'd said in ten before. You can thank me later for sparing you the details.