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I have four sets of friends; real life, Facebook, snail mail, and here. And I can't even keep up with the real life ones! Oh make that five, my imaginary friends, ie, characters in my stories. I have twelve ebooks with JMS publishing and a few others here and there, but uh... six novels, two books of short stories and some other things, none of

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It has become hard to get rid of extra books. Our local library is always glad to receive, and I think most of what they get goes into their annual book sale. After that? Who knows. It isn't the same to read books electronically. For some reason it is not as satisfactory. The feel of the paper and its sharp edges, and seeing the end of the book get closer makes it more meaningful in some way. Then there is saving my back from a load of books, and the trees.

I think that all of the things that get in the way of your plans is life. In the end, are you spending some of your moments in the way that you want to at that time? I spend a lot of time thinking about things I want have gotten done. I'm not sure where it all goes, in the end. This is our one opportunity to have the moments that make our lives enjoyable and meaningful. And that is true for everybody. Much of the time, others don't use their time the way that we think that they ought to. Nor should they.

I'm trying hard not to settle into being an old person who spends my time wishing things would go back to the way they used to be. For one thing, the way things used to be sucks. It only looks better because of the uncertainty we have about the future. Let me rest in nostalgia instead of not knowing what is coming next.

We are going to visit one of my sisters over the holidays. My mom and one of my other sisters will be there, also. I want to see my family, but I'm not looking forward to returning to Maryland. An obligation whilst we are there will be to see my aunt and uncle and cousin, the raging Catholics (mass-every-single-day Catholics). And other things. It is an area of my child- and early adult-hood, and comes with all of the tragic things that accompany going back to a place like that. Ick. It's my own damn fault; no one really expected us to go, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.