When I Woke Up This Morning . . .

December 1, 2019
First Sunday in Advent

. . . I knew it was the first of December, the First Sunday in Advent, and the first day of Holidailies. I knew what I wanted to do with that last bit of information, but I didn’t know if I had the tools to use and the passwords to access them. How long has it been, really?

A year. It’s been a year. Last year I had this to say:

I signed up for this annual blog fest as soon as registration opened, aware that I’ve been absent from the blogging community for months, that I probably don’t have much of a readership left, that the platforms and the techniques I’ve always relied on to maintain my presence have changed dramatically and I have much to learn. As I have changed as a writer and a reader. But as everyone’s first pieces began to appear today, I felt the way I often do at the twice-yearly gatherings of my high school classmates. I saw names, both of people and journals, I have been out of touch with for too long. Let’s start again, I want to say.

So here I am again, without much explanation for the long absence. I began to get a feel for how to do this by reading a few of today’s Holidailies contributions. I was drawn to the words of my friend S., whose presence in the blogosphere predates mine by only a little, and who may be the one who actually drew me to this endeavor more than twenty years ago.

I had planned to put an entry here in January, on the occasion of this journal’s 20th anniversary. It was also going to be this journal’s final entry. I liked the idea of formally closing the book, but it was thwarted when I discovered that my installation of Movable Type had gotten so out of date that I couldn’t even log into it anymore.

A few months ago, Elaine fixed that for me, so I can blog again, if I want to. And it’s now the 20th Holidailies, so, what the heck, let’s do this.

What the heck. Yes. Let’s do this!



3 thoughts on “When I Woke Up This Morning . . .

  1. Isn’t it nice that we all reunite again once a year? And people remember that blogs (or anything that’s not Facebook or Twitter) exist for one month a year?

    I have zero readership the rest of the year and I don’t care (and obviously I am writing Letting It All Hang Out this year), so this should be interesting to have that switch for 31 days.

  2. Hello, friend! It’s good to be in this with you. 🙂

    (And I don’t think I knew that I may have been the person who got you into online journaling!)

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