Little Lost Lambs

I lost two followers, just today. For a couple of months, I had 16. It’s not a lot, but they were my people. This evening I have 14. Where have they gone? Why have they gone? I try not to take these things personally, but who am I kidding? I say cool things like “I write this blog just for me. If anyone reads it at all..that’s a bonus.” We all know I’m full of it. All bloggers are at least a little bit narcissistic. In the end, it’s all about me.

If you are one of my two former followers, I’m sorry to have lost you. I wish I could blame it all on this stupid nausea interfering with my writing, but I have no idea why you’ve gone. I choose to believe that the Earth has been invaded by little green body-snatching men who have a fear of all things bloggish and have made you unsubscribe. Do you need help freeing yourself from the alien menace? Send up a sign and I will be on my way. Just wave a hand, or tap out Morse code, or send smoke signals. Something to let us know you need us. In the meantime, you can protect yourself by wearing a beanie made out of aluminum foil and carrying a glass of water around in self-defense.