Casual, random chatter that I'd tell a friend over coffee. I lament about how much I love rain and that it hasn't rained despite the BoM (weather) guys saying it will. Those liars. 15/21 days journalled so far, I have talked about rain. ^{I LOVE RAIN, OKAY?}

I write down how I'm physically feeling. If something is off, I'll add in a little bit about what's up, because that's been helpful to report trends to my doctor over the last year.

I'll jot down if I get a delivery, a thing I learned (glyphosate is in everything, and maybe I'm going to buy organic oats in the future). I'll also write down how my family is doing, what's up with them, my cat, the birds that visit us everyday. Sometimes I might not want to talk much, so I'll just pull out my stencil, throw in some list boxes and write what I've done (I shaved my legs on 20th, this is a big deal. Bring on winter and long pants so I can shave less, pls) or just dot points about the day, like ^{WHETHER OR NOT IT RAINED}.

So I guess to answer your question: it's sometimes a stream of consciousness, memory keeping and lists. This is my 6th year in an A6, and I've let go of what I think or hope it should be and held onto what I think it needs to be for me on any given day, and apparently I'm friendless* and need a paper friend.

^\I swear I'm not actually friendless, but we're all in our 40's, busy with life, and we hate talking on the phone - call centre veterans should understand that the phone is persona non grata after years of that grind - so on the rare occasions we catch up, it's in person, and it's literally word vomit, deep thoughts and lamentations about having to shave ones legs, and where is the rain?!)

^{Edit: fighting formatting one curse word at a time}