Is there anybody going to listen to my blogging?
Great lazy day in progress. Rain. The threat of storms. Coffee. Leftovers.
I somehow wound up looking back at old browser bookmarks. Amazing I once thought so much of the content referenced by each bookmark to think I'd want to read it again.. and yet in fact forgot about the bookmarks altogether. So how important was any of it, really?
Related – but more specifically – are the various people whose thoughts I thought I'd want to follow indefinitely.
And let's not forget all my own verbiage refuse littering URL endpoints.
Oh, the scrapheap of it all...
... and none of it remotely as joyful as numming down these glorious little cheesecake squares to coffee accompaniment.