So I have been in a bit of a morass of ‘whatever…’ lately when it comes to certain things. And in some cases, it’s been very freeing, and in others, a bit guilt-laden.
I seem to have broken free of the need to check my blog stats on a daily basis, or even every few days. Of, course, when one is not posting every day, it is not necessary, but besides that fact....I check my stats quite infrequently now, and I am not sure why or what the difference is. It isn’t really like I ever gauged my success (hoo haah! I use that term quite loosely!) as bloggy person based on my stats.
Fortunately, because I would not be marked as a success! But I did get a glimpse as to where my readers…and I do have a few…came from. Which was sort of…you know…bonding…at least from this end.
Anyway, that just sort of fell away a few months ago. Along with my commenting on other blogs.
Have you noticed? I am blaming it on the season. Or something. It’s not that I am not reading your posts, my peeps. And it is not that I am not finding your escapades interesting, your efforts amazing, your photographs evocative, your insights astounding.
I just do not have the wherewithal to say boo once I get home from work. So there’s my mea culpa. (And I have no idea if that is the correct use of that term.)
So here’s hoping you are all bearing with me. I hope to have the time with the energy to get some things updated on the blog here in a few. Dearest Sister was good enough to point out there was no photo of the Boy Kitty. (She’s kind that way.) And that book? I have read two or three since. And that header? Aspen leaves are looo-oon-ng gone around here.
I am approaching my blog-iversary come the first of the year. I began January 1, 2008, so 3 years later, I can say I am mostly still doing this reasonably and regularly, and I am still mostly pleased with the effort. And I shall celebrate the occasion with a give-away, so consider yourself forewarned.