Two days ago, in an attempt to make up for the fact that I didn’t post three days ago, I posted twice, something I had never done before. When I started this blog, I had a few rules for myself, one of which was that I would never blog more than once a day. When I stopped in August and started again, I made another rule, which was that I would never blog less than once a day. A foolish consistency being, however, the hobgoblin of little minds, I figured, what the hell?
And then, after my orgy of posting on Monday, I didn’t post yesterday.
So I’m sitting here thinking blithely, oh, okay, well, I’ll just post twice today.
Nothing good can come of this.
But if you are a regular reader of mine and read only one post from 11/25 (thinking it was, as usual, my only post for the day), go back and read the second.
That’s actually the entire reason I’m writing about this: because the thought of somebody who likes to read my blog missing a post fills me with anguish and despair.
Thank God I have my priorities in the right place.
I can stop any time I want. Really. I don’t have a problem.
But watch for a second post today.