That's right, blogging- reading, writing and commenting was the missing link and I was jonesing for it all weekend. Like most, ours was a weekend full of treacherous non-stop family activity. We would come home for occasional pit stops and I would check the computer and skim past some of my bloggy friends.
By the context of their last posts, it seemed I was not the only one with a hectic weekend schedule and limited writing time and thank goodness- otherwise I would never be able to catch up!!! Nonetheless, it was the first 2 day stretch of not sitting at the computer and drafting a post and peeking into the lives of 10-20 of my dear pretend friends.
Which brings me to wonder, what the hell is wrong with me? I still think it's such an odd dynamic that I share my deepest and darkest thoughts with complete strangers. I look forward to comments from complete strangers. I am even thrilled to see that complete strangers are reading even if there is no feedback.
I have an identity for each of my figments of my computer- compiled from your photos, your blog and my imagination (I fill in the missing pieces- God help you all- I have an active imagination!). I look forward to your updates, news and photos. The cynic in me thinks get a freakin' life, but the realist sees how helpful this outlet has been to me. The interaction, as wierd, unorthodox, and lonely as it may be, has been uplifting.
So I guess this is my way of letting anyone reading: I missed you all and thank you- for being a part of this therapy- because that's really what it does for me. And fair warning, until you corner me with an intervention, I am back to get my blog on and get my fix.