Roses are blooming in my living room (which suggests I should probably clean as I didn't plant anything in there).
And I am reminded of my ability to attract minimally committed readers from around the globe.
But I have also been distraught by a question: Why have so many of my blogger friends disappeared? Please note that they didn't simply stop reading, but they abandoned their own blogs.
Just before I was going to admit suspecting that he was my long lost brother Comrade K's blog disappeared.
Part-Time Buddha?
And of course those in limbo and Texan limbo.
As hard for me as it is to admit, I finally see that it must be the genius of my blogging which drives these readers mad.
If I can't blog on the level of Justin, they must reason, I might as well have a life.
But Taihae is a vivid, and maybe just a tiny bit sad, reminder that the life out there just isn't worth it compared to living vicariously through me.
