It has come to my attention that there are certain people who read this blog who have not identified themselves. OK, lurkers, I love ya, but it’s time to come out of the closet, so to speak. Especially if you actually know me (or know people who know me, and I think you know who I’m talking about). I know that more than and read this. Don’t make me come after you!
In related items, have you ever noticed how having someone you know read your blog is kinda like them looking through your underwear drawer? I mean, we all know that everyone has underwear, and usually wears it as well. But what it exactly looks like, we can never be too sure (though I’m sure some imagine quite well). And so while it’s not fatally embarrassing, it is a bit odd and disarming (until you get used to the idea, and/or remember that when you put thoughts like that out there in the world, people are bound to find them, and if you didn’t want that, you really shouldn’t have said it in the first place).