I suppose I've found more important things to do than update the journal, or I've forgotten.
So many have come from my world. Our world. I can't help thinking who might come next. Or who might go. I'm fortunate to have so many loved ones here. Much more fortunate than so many others.
It's irritating, losing track of time. Remus, I'm so sorry. I get so caught up in other things-- couldn't tell you what, they're so trivial, and I spilled hot tea all over myself this morning
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