It seems like just yesterday I was breathing a sigh of relief to know that 2024 was gone. And now it's getting somewhat close to 2026. Time really does fly when you get older, but at the same time, it seems like forever. I feel like I've been alive for centuries. And even though I probably have less than 20 years to go, it still seems like I have a long, long time.

Someone called from Rhonda's office and left a message on Tom's phone to schedule my January appointment. You know, after I already made it clear on the portal that that's my preferred method of contact, and then told Rhonda in our last virtual meeting that I would schedule online? So I jumped on the portal and let them know I wanted to wait until it got a little closer to January before I schedule. I'll probably do it in 4 to 6 weeks. And I reminded them yet again that I would prefer not to be called.

I still have a bit of discomfort in my neck, but it doesn't seem to be getting any worse. Also, I have two spots on my arm, not three. One of them appears to be a bug bite, but I'm still not sure what to make of the other one. I'm starting to think it's not an AK spot. It's not really itching, bleeding, or getting larger, so I'm not worried.

I once again unlisted all my books except for my bio on Penana due to the spammers that the site will do absolutely nothing about. There's no way to opt out of comments, and no way to block anyone until they spam you. I tried to get ahead of the game by checking out random book comments so I can block scammers before they pester me, but there's no way to do that until they contact you. That, and the lack of support, is pretty messed up, but I otherwise do like the site. I think it's a great place to back up my stories, and besides, I'm not looking to publish anything or for feedback of any kind at the moment, anyway.

Sometimes I even wish I had kept my journaling sites secret, or at least never allowed anyone to contact me there. When you make a friend on a site you write on regularly, you feel like you can't talk about them or certain subjects freely because you don't want to offend them. But you know what? My journal isn't about what others want. I'm not responsible for other people's feelings, and I'm not about to try to impress anyone either. My journal is about me, and that's it. It's for my thoughts, beliefs, opinions, and experiences—not for anyone's approval.

Therefore, I've decided that PB is going to be the only place I censor somewhat, since I do know some people there. I figure that if someone sees themselves mentioned: if it's good, they should be pleased; if it's neutral, they shouldn't care; if it's bad, well, maybe they shouldn't have given me a reason to say anything bad about them. LOL.