Now that my twitter feed is disconnected from the website it’s quite likely that most of the people that bother to read my blog did not see anything I posted there, so I’m going to go over at least one thing. I got a notification that someone deleted their patreon pledge early this morning. This is becoming more & more common as the covid epidemic continues to keep people from working & funds dry up. Still, I always check to see if they were dissatisfied with me in some way, which is, thankfully, rare. This morning, however, the reason given was as follows: Passed away. Alone. Found by a neighbour. GL” It was… I’m not sure what the word is. I was taken aback for a moment. I know I have lost readers to death because people have told me, or I was in contact with them in their final days. I can’t verify that this is even what really happened, but it seems like a strange thing to lie about. Regardless I reacted emotionally as though it was real & I had lost a reader & supporter that I actually have memories of reading their comments. They posted as Village Idiot. I actually searched the comment archive to see if they were the same person & the email on most posts matched. Village Idiot is actually a common name for people who post a single time, but the bulk of comments made by that username have the email attached. In any event was very sad. They had been a patron for about 5 years & a reader since at least as far back as Maddison’s introduction. Possibly further back, but a chunks of the archive have been lost over time as the site has been updated, migrated, & whatever else has happened. I can’t have a deep personal bond with every reader, it’s not humanly possible, but if you comment regularly I do remember your username, and even learn to understand your tone. I look forward to regular commenters like Professor Bear, Geneseepaws, t-ray, TRA, and others. Even if I don’t know exactly how to spell the name without looking. I also remember old commenters who stopped commenting, like Soticotto, or ability king KK. Even if I can’t be a huge part of your life you mean something to me beyond just being an audience. I want to make your life better with my work. I put a lot of my life into doing that & the idea of one of you passing on hurts. If you ever feel like your totally alone hit me up. I’ll give you a discord invite or something. Even though I can’t be there for all of you all the time we can be here for each other a lot of the time. I don’t want to get another message from someone’s loved ones telling me one of you died alone. Even if we can’t be together, let’s not be alone.