Its The Skeptic In Me?

There is a formidable accumulation in my computer, and while most is not worthy of even passing consideration, ridding myself of it is. There is a visceral satisfaction in committing masses of meaningless materials to the virtuality called 'trash'  ...  and greater satisfaction in emptying the trash with a simple click. My computer is a marvellous thing and wondrously useful, but I have me doubts on days like this.

I am pleased with the coolness and dampness of the weather beyond the window ...   nine hundred and eighty-nine items sent into oblivion before supper.

As Time Goes By

'As Time Goes By'  ...  Been watching the BBC TV series with Judi Dench over many evenings lately, Beverley having provided me with the nine season boxed set for Christmas. Time went by and the last season ended happily and probably for the best as the actors, not unlike the viewers, had aged considerably.

It has been a while and a bit since last I was here, because time does go by   ...  quite rapidly at that. The six years since Annabel died has passed more swiftly than the first six months in my mind's eye. That is the way of the world. What can I say?  ...  and why would I say it?

Perhaps that is what restrains my blogging  ... What can I say?  ...  and why would I say it?