This is a post partly dedicated to my own handwriting; I lost the notebook that the 'yellow list', amongst other things, was in. (Other things, including a rather maudlin paragraph that included something along the lines of the title of this post.) For a few days, I felt bereaved. I'd think I'd recovered, then remember something else I'd written in it, and just sit there feeling sort of ill. I miss it like a dead pet. Possibly like a child with no friends misses a dead pet.
Aside from that, it'll be next week that whoever is going to be living in the room that I lived in last year will be moving in, so I suppose that soon I'll have some letter writing to do again.
In the meantime... I started taking photos of lights in vegetation, because I've always quite liked lights in vegetation, and no real reason other than that.
