He is incoherent. It's like he reaches into a bucket and pulls out a random grievance to maunder on about.

I did that decades back. All my LJ entries but one were made private too. I do still go there sometimes to look stuff up (like when was that kitchen flood).

We had to cancel altogether and only had three people from next door who barely made it with the ice on the sidewalk but so lovely to see them.
The trees are all crystalline and stunning.

It is a poignant one this year but we are happy and together and there is snow. xxxx

At this point, who knows? I am incredulous, furious and sad with the world. People are being horrible to each other for no good reason. It needs to stop . But it won't.

I might do that too; wrote a lot of AUs recently and I need to reconnect with the originals.

Took me back....