I still miss the quirky, intelligent, honest updates of the personable princess palace, even though she surreptitiously sends them to me. It's such a dirty little fix.
EdBook reminded me that I miss birthdays. I miss HAPPY HAPPIES!
I miss the poetry of JPS, King of FaceBook.
I miss beautiful photographs taken by beautiful people.
I miss the rants of many.
But it sounds like it's a jungle out there.
If you want to see something of great beauty, watch Bill Cunningham New York. It broke my heart into wee soft pieces in all the best ways.