I had an idea of what I wanted to write about, but now I’ve forgotten it. I was driving back from Jack’s and I knew what I was going to write about, but now I’m sat here writing about it and I cannot remember. 

I spoke with an internet friend today about our plans for the year. For both of us 2026 will be a banner. His plans seem larger than mine; few things are quite so big as moving, it seems to me. Particularly to another country. I’ve never done that, nor will I ever. I thought I might, for a while, but I’m glad I didn’t. 

Maybe I was going to write about child care. Probably. But I don’t think I can be as honest here as I’d like. It’d be rude. Writing that is rude enough, I suppose. 

Rudeness by omission.