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One of these days, they are going to lose some journals, perhaps mine included. Russian management. It seems inevitable.

Gabe asks, "What would you do then? The only social life you have is with that journal."

If it happens, there is nothing I can do about it. It would be a good time, I suppose, to shake off some fond, long-ingrained illusions. I would continue blogging on Dreamwidth without any real thought of anyone knowing that I am here - no one reading me.

"But what about all those entries? So many?"

And quite a few good ones, I like to think. Funny, though, I would still have my Blurty entries, and most of my favorites times are probably on that one, except of course our little back and forth in the spring and summer of 2005 - when things even got a little real, at least on the phone.

"Ugh, maybe it would be better if those were lost forever."

Oh, no, that would hurt. I actually meant to back those up someplace else, and I think I even put up a few of those entries on Blurty, but, naturally, my laziness got the better of me, and I didn't get much of it done. If I had more spine, I would have backed up the entire journal on Dreamwidth with just a click of a button.

"But you didn't."

Nope. Let's just hope that I am overreacting again to a little technical difficulty and the Russians can handle this.

glad I mowed last night

Rain?

I’m so glad I mowed last night. It was looking like rain last night, and it would have been easy to wait it out and see what happens. After all, according to the forecasts, yesterday was supposed to be the big chance for rain, not today. But I saw an overcast sky, and I relied on my pessimism about rain, and went out and got to work.

Man, if I had not mowed yesterday, I would have been fucked today. The lawn was growing wild in parts.

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2030

Whoa, a hard little rain, too.

Bo says, “I guess that means no morning walk tomorrow.”

I’m afraid not, buddy. You’ll just have to torment the ducks on another day. I just hope that bread I am holding will last another couple of days, though I don’t suppose the ducks are overly choosey.

Mother and Princess are looking out the glass sliding-door, and Mother says, “And the cats are already crying up a storm. I guess that means no sleep tonight.”

The prospect is looking a little iffy. Maybe Sammy will get it out of his system by the time we go to bed. He has some good nights.