Bring leaves from the mountain and boxes of air

It's another one of those days, the air smells great, fresh, sunny...and I'm sitting here in front of a computer. God what I wouldn't give to be able to just go outside all day, every day...and actually live!

It's almost hard to imagine a time when we couldn't just plug in and find out what people we didn't even care about before are doing. Strange really, I'm not entirely sure I like it. I know, now I'm sounding like an old woman.

Fact is, this, yes all this is pretty much food for the wounded ego, isn't it? Sure, I mean I get my strokes out here too. Put up a few pretty pictures and reap the compliments, write something and then obsessively check to see who commented, who agrees, who wants to tell you how great you are...

OK, I do realize that not everyone who blogs does so for that reason. But let's be honest, most of us who do, need that external reassurance. Hey, if I can admit it, so can you. I'm certainly not providing a service here, or giving you any helpful information.

It's a funny thing. And like I said, I'm not entirely sure I like it. I guess in some way I must though.