I would still be blogging but to be honest I can't. the 'sclerosis' has spread into my arms so bad that it hurts to hit the keys. Wow. Just remembered in 1969 I packed up a duffel bag WITH A PORTABLE TYPEWRITER banging around in it and took off hitchhiking . in Big Sur I hiked up to a creek and sat crosslegged in my tent typing Kerouac inspired poetry/ I still have the yellowed pages somewhere in my boxes. I've lived through my fingers onto a keyboard to a page for more than fifty years. And now I can't hit the keys anymore. part of me wants to keep blogging maybe vlog instead, the other part says yay time to stop working so hard. Especially since most Americans don’t read. I can tell by the traffic on my blog. You post videos and cartoons and you get a thousand clicks. Write a serious think piece and maybe eight people will go there. It's so thankless to write for people who don’t read. I should be depressed but I'm not. Because this is a fascinating time to live through. It's an awful time but I can't stop being fascinated by what's going on and wondering how this will all turn out. Enough; gotta massage my fingers. Email me at cityofangelslady at yahoo