I shan't be an asset

From under the dogs, I reinstalled Instagram and started unfollowing accounts, and then making other accounts unfollow me quietly. Updated my 'bio' to say I wasn't there anymore. Messaged a handful of people to ask if they post anywhere else and to say if they don't I'd really enjoyed being their neighbour.

It's true. Back when I had the ability to use it as 'look, a muddy puddle! Look, a seed head! Look, a sky' it was nice. And now it's... trenches, and some people are still blessedly still trying to go 'look, a sky!' and I can't. Not there.

Extracted the dogs' baby photos. I guess the next project on that topic is to order a photo book.

I feel very tired. Paperless and digital and international standards of data storage could absolutely have been the way. And they yet might! But we were bought and sold.

The Big Spoon said 'maybe you should go for a stomp' and I realised he was right.