
I was inspired by Jo Walton's beautiful post this morning to go out in search of autumn leaves. But it's a little too early here - we need a hard frost before the leaves will turn to bright colours. The dogs and I had a nice walk in the still very green forest of Mt Doug.
It was a lovely day yesterday, with the kind of light Jo talks about, and crisp cool air. I spent the afternoon in the garden, then came in for a delicious dinner of turkey and all the trimmings.
I meant to share it with my friend kp, but she was not well, so I was alone. That was okay. More or less. Though I ended up drinking too much, probably to compensate.
On a completely different topic, do you realize it's been more than seven years since I first started writing in LJ??
I know I haven't been keeping up with it. Part of the problem is that I'm no longer sure who's reading. People seem to be drifting away... But then, seven years is a big commitment. Not something to give up lightly. And this journal has been a life-saver over the years, a bulwark against isolation and loneliness.
And yet.
There's nothing worse than going onto social software and not getting any response. Can there be anything lonelier? I think I haven't been posting because I've been afraid of the void...
So this is a bit of a risk, isn't it?