The rigor of not being busy has given my fingers and brain such fatigue that blogging has been impossible- yeah right.  But there are already gajillions of posters posting posts about their trip to the grocery store or the same thing day in and day out. There are more new posts to read about not getting a job or being sick or not having anything to write about than I have time or inclination to read, and I happen to have plenty of time and a somewhat reliable supply of inclination. Why should I add to that and assume that anyone else has the time or inclination?

Here is my secret: I don’t. Assume. I try very hard not to, anyway. One of the things I dislike about the internet is the unspoken grandeur that some (not all!) bloggers feel. Now that one is part of The Internet, one has An Audience- or no, not just an audience, an Adoring Public! I try somewhat diligently to be un-hypocritical, and the way this affects the blog is that I have a secret/unsecret-I-guess-oh-well rule not to post anything I wouldn’t read myself- and of course not to talk as if people are reading. Hmm. Oh. Well I know my mom is reading, so there.

SO FAR, THIS POST IS PUSHING IT, LET ME TELL YOU.

However the past has been remarkably successful, and re-reading* keeps me interested and doesn’t particularly make me want to punch myself in the face. Not bad.

*I have re-read in whole. I won’t say when or how many times. Very satisfactory. No secret rules about avoiding self-gratification.