Here we go again—

At this point, I stopped being able to keep up and, indeed, largely gave up.

(I just noticed that I’m mostly touch-typing, typoes notwithstanding, I still remember at least this much. Hunting and pecking has never been my problem, the issue is my fingers keeping up with my thoughts)

I’m just letting the rest of this year slip on by. It wasn’t a good one by any means, globally and nationally it was a disaster. Personally, it was fine. I had some lovely experiences and did a few things I wouldn’t trade for the world. But I can’t keep up with the days.

I think, perhaps, somewhere in here was when I started my backdate frenzy, hoping I’d be able to at least match the weeks somewhat, so that maybe the last day or so of the year wouldn’t be quite such an outpouring of words.

I failed (obviously) and it’s very nearly four weeks later and I still have so much left. But I’ll do it, I’ll complete this tomorrow, on Tuesday, even if it isn’t the very last day. Wednesday I want to spend thinking and contemplating, and after that, it’s a new year.

Mine won’t begin for a bit, but it’s fine. The calendars will all say 2026 and that’s what matters in the greater scheme, I suppose.