icarusancalion

I had a friend on Facebook, the evil Facebook, who had cancer. An old childhood friend, and I followed her there to keep up with her health. Other friends, nuns and monks, my mother, were also Over There. So I disappeared for a time down the FB rathole. The algorithm's the worst. Any mood you're in gets intensified, you "like" one political post and then that's all you see -- although the Russian trolls have learned to leave me alone on my politicians' pages (if they annoy me, I call my representatives and tell them what great jobs they're doing--then I tell the trolls I called. They don't like that).

So refreshing to be back on DW, to read about your lives, your cats, your garden drainage problems. It's like coming home to humanity.