When you’ve spent eight hours on your feet going through the basement sorting through records you don’t have to keep any longer and accumulated stuff you don’t need any longer, and the first thing you do when you finish is turn on your computer so you can check your e-mails and start reading blogs. Then you remember, oh, yes, I couldn’t find my glasses, so you can’t see that little bitty writing on the computer screen, but you find a lens from a broken pair of glasses and you’re holding one lone lens to your eye trying to catch up on your blog reading. Then you realize it’s really hard to squint and read and try to type at the same time. Then you think, hey, let me post on my blog. Then you think should I post this inane subject? Then you think, well, it’s a lighter subject matter than the world’s food supply potentially being manipulated by the Bug Big Guys.
Hello, my name is Cheryl, and I am a blogaholic.