In which Kevin can't write anything worthy (in his opinion)

Not that I haven't tried, but even my attempts at factuals turn into endless stories, everything else just seems like focused rants or tinfoil-hat nonsense and everything else is pappy drivel or broken-hearted wallowing in self-pity. Seriously, I went through my Drafts and offed too many like that.

But I woke up alive again, which is good, and I'm in a very nice café with a good friend and a lovely cappucchino. The simple things are sometimes all we need, right? So I'm not going to talk about my love life any more, or write poetry about love and loss.

I have in mind a few more coffee writeups (the long-promised easy hacks/hints-and-tips, one about storing coffee among them) I long ago promised The Custodian a writeup on the English Electric Canberra and I should get on that, it's a fascinating history and one closely connected to me. If anyone has something they'd like to see noded, let me know, I'll do my level best to produce something worthy. But for now, you get this daylog.

Meanwhile I try to avoid the news and any talk about politics. I'm not talking to any women younger than my daughter (which is tough in a college town), the older women are married, gay or mad or they run away and I'm ignoring suggestions to sign up on Tinder or Bumble or whatever apps. I've thought more than once about posting an ad on Craigslist saying "Mature Englishman seeks rich California widow with pub" as a joke ("please send photo of pub"). Rich is optional, non-widows would be acceptable, pub is probably not realistic. See? I just can't stay away from this topic, it eats away at me.

Send help. Maybe I'll blow away some cobwebs by going shooting.
Thanks to C-Dawg and Glowing Fish for sending help! C-Dawg says re July 8, 2024: "Not that I haven't tried, but even my attempts at factuals turn into stories". That's what makes people want to read them! This is E2, not Funk & Wagnalls.

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