i heard uncle charles died. i don't know when exactly. my sister was his caretaker but she only posted on f-book and i don't go there. oh my god that guy gives me the creeps. that f.b. cretin, not charles, he was sweet, tall, shiny eyes, big grin, well, i didn't know him well, but he looked sweet. last time i saw him i was coming out of talk therapy and he was getting wheeled in, smiling. i think he smiled at everything generally, he didn't know me, though maybe i smiled first. i smile pretty often and i get smiles back from strangers even, though sometimes if you're just walking along smiling and not talking to your personal device people think you're demented and frown to the side and down. anyway charles was quite old, not that that matters, well it does to me, a young person dying is much sadder, but it's sad anyway. we want more time, and if we have a lot we don't want to stop. we never ever want to stop, unless we do, but that's sadder still, young or old. ah, i'm tired, and droning on. i should stop and watch a moodie. i could just go to sleep but i have to take mister out again. just a quickie. anyway not to be too casual but can i just say good journey, uncle charles, even if it ends here? i think it was a good journey, though i didn't know him.