Still here, for the moment. Not happy about it.

I’m not going to write a full blog post this morning; I have too much to do at the office, since it’s payroll day.  I want to try to get as much of that done as early as I possibly can, so I don’t want to spend too much time editing and sharing this.

Anyway, I don’t get the impression that it makes much difference, certainly based on yesterday’s number of readers‒though maybe that number has significantly increased since last I looked.  Nevertheless, I guess I feel that, since I’m still around, I might as well inflict a small sample of my personality onto the world at large*.  It’s not as though I have any reason to be nice to the world.

So, there’s no real topic here, today.  That’s okay.  Everything is moribund, and more so with me than with most people online.  I feel that it won’t be long at all before I post my last blog post, and I’ve probably already shared my last song and maybe I’ve even made my last video.

If, when it comes down to it, I know that it’s my last post that I’m writing (or that it is probably so) I will try to make it clear here, though I might postdate the publication of it so it arrives after the fact, so to speak.  It will probably involve quotes and/or snippets from various songs and possibly poems, and maybe the specific sharing of the last song on the first disk of The Wall.

More on that if it develops.  Otherwise, that’s enough for now.  I hope you all have a good day.


*So that people won’t feel bad when I stop doing it.  ^_^

2 thoughts on “Still here, for the moment. Not happy about it.

  1. Still here reading what you write. Belatedly, lately. It’s a particularly dreary time of year in our hemisphere — for most everyone. Doesn’t misery love company? You’ve got plenty of it. (and I’m not referring to politics. Fuck politics). Please don’t give up on us.

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