The regular reader of this Journal may have noticed that its frequency has declined recently. The frenetic pace of the first year and a half or so, in which I strove to have something in the feed on a daily or near-daily basis, has become a more genteel stroll of perhaps thrice weekly publication.
The reasons for this are several: my typist's obligations, which have reduced my in-world presence and my time available to compose these entries; my sibling's own adventures, which have left her tied up and unable to contribute as much as we both would like; fewer Victorian/Steampunk areas to visit; and, perhaps most of all, a certain lassitude in both my in-world wanderings and my typist's day-to-day activities.
I do not know whether those last two items are connected. It's possible that my frame of mind in-world reflects the heightened uncertainties of grid life in the past weeks: the coming of the abominable Viewer 2.0, the confused messages our Linden overlords are sending with regard to their vision of the world, friends either leaving entirely or cutting back their presence. However, I suspect that the culprit is my typist, who seems to suffer from a certain melancholia that waxes and wanes. The current waxing seems likely to be related, at least in part, to office-related events. (I realize that those of you who are currently between positions have no sympathy for a tough day/week/month/year at the office, and I expect none.) I assume the feeling will lift eventually and, in the meanwhile, I will just wait it out. Please bear with me.