But my followers, both of them, were looking too lonely on my blog. So I sent them back to anonymity. I know they'll still read me from time to time...and I've got them on my own list of blogs that I follow regularly (except for Ole Phat Stu, who has so perfected the art of guarding his bloggy privacy that I can't even notify him I'm a reader). Anyway, you guys, I'll miss your sunflowers and pink wellies, but some things are too distracting.
Meanwhile, my brain churns with new ideas in retirement. Ronni Bennett has cornered the elder market, so I'm thinking of setting up a blog for stupidity. That way I won't have to depend on any single demographic. I'll be able to choose from all but the youngest of us. Those smart little babies and toddlers are exempt--especially this one knitting chicken's adorable grandchildren, photos of whom she has featured recently.
I personally haven't done anything too too stupid in the past day or two. Just the usual graceless remarks and things like that. I don't know how swift it was to get my black pinstriped suit dry cleaned for an interview tmw, though. It's supposed to be in the 80s again. Maybe I'll just carry the jacket.