Area 151

On this day of ghosts and goblins, I’m examining my feelings of hauntedness.  I am being haunted by something at once more earthly and more ephemeral than a ghost or a ghoulie.

I’m being haunted by the spectre of unread blogs, unwritten comments—of the whole neglected blogosphere.

One of the things I most enjoy about the whole blogging thing is the ability to get a tiny window (or a giant picture window, depending on the blogger in question) into someone’s life. I enjoy the opportunity to catch up on the goings-on with these "blog-friends," and I try to come out of my shell in order to leave comments at least semi-regularly.

Not so much lately.  Between the 8-6 in-office time, then the folders of work I bring home, plus the laundry, the dog, the wish to every-now-and-again see my sweetie or watch a movie or just sleep, goddammit….

I see the numbers of unread posts mounting in my Bloglines queue, and I’m not sure how to make the time to do all that catch-up reading.  Even if I were to "zero out" the queue by clearing all the unread posts, I don’t know when I’ll have the time to keep up with the new flood of words and stories.

I wish this weren’t the case.  Not because I’m feeling particular obligation to the bloggers whose blogs I like to read. I am haunted in great degree proportional to how much I miss seeing y’all—at least in this virtual, text-based fashion.