The Things We Do For Love...

If there's a contest for collecting the most blogs on various sites and ignoring the existence of all, let me know. We have a winner here!

It's not that I have nothing to say. It's a personal problem with consistency.

The property of holding together and retaining my shape is not the sort of consistency that keeps these pages cheerfully blank. What we have here is a choice from column B: consistency as harmonious uniformity or agreement among things or parts.

Harmonious 'R Us, but uniformity is relative. Lurking about the blogosphere whenever possible is fun, but uniformity in this world requires regular posting, coupled with visits to and comments on other blogs on a more-or-less consistent basis. Honestly, my life has little wiggle room for personal pursuits; my heart and inclinations lie elsewhere at the moment.

So here I'll stay, squatting on my cozy electron of cyberspace, possession of which allows me to comment without the hassle of typing in those annoying contorted letters required of anyone flying in stealth mode. My homestead makes it easier to stalk Supermom, who is not only a witty, devoted and insightful blogger, but a great judge of character. Hence, this site.

Please turn on the lights and bring the cat in when you leave.

See ya.