There’s been little blogging because I was going through the blog’s archives. I’ve gotten about ten days past Fukushima. Man, that time was crazy! I was exhausted for two weeks solid.
And those posts and comments had something that’s gradually disappearing from here. Fun. Humor, jokes, wordplay. I was probably as tired then as I am now with the worsened tinnitus. But my mood was better. So was the writing.
I don’t think there’s any doubt that I’ve run off folks who might have stayed. Not progressives, of course; they were never going to be able to stand my ideas. But other readers came here when the tone was lighter and I played at being funny and sometimes succeeded. Why wouldn’t they go?
This blog wasn’t intended to be endless venting and ranting. I’d love to get a little joy back in it. But I’ll need some in my life first, and this damn tinnitus doesn’t make it easy. I don’t know what to do, really. Right now I don’t even feel like keeping up with events, much less analyzing them.