The strange thing about having a blog, which is kind of like living alone…. Everytime I log on, I’m almost surprised that there’s no new posting. As if I am expecting my secret self to have, behind my own back, posted something. I feel that way when I walk into my apartment. Like, I’m expecting my bed to have been made while I was gone, or my breakfast dishes to no longer be in the sink. I don’t know who would post on my blog, or tidy up my apartment, but it’s always both disappointing and reassuring to realize that I alone am responsible for myself