Normally I don&#39;t read the comments but this ti...

Normally I don't read the comments but this time I did. I love Luna Crone. Like you and me, she and I may be kindred spirits. High five to Luna Crone. I'll be reading her pout post from the correct link.

I dislike the week between Christmas and New Years. I loathe New Years and refuse to acknowledge it as a holiday -- either Eve or the actual day. I just act as though it doesn't exist. Years ago I would get mildly depressed from December 26th until approximately my birthday in early March, but that doesn't happen anymore. Since I stay home all the time, I enjoy life a lot more.

I've been blogging for ten years and although I have been known to check stats, I assure you that nothing matters to me less than who does or doesn't read or comment. I have no ambition whatsoever in this regard. I put it out there and if someone wants to read it and enjoys reading it, great. That makes me happy. But to feel as though anyone owes me even a split second of their time, is just the opposite of how I operate. I have many friends who read every post but may comment once a year (if that). But if they read something they like or wish to interact, they'll send me an email. I actually prefer that to published comments, because it tells me there's nothing obligatory about their reading, or their response. Blogging is good therapy and good mental exercise. Those who make fun of it (and there are plenty) aren't doing it right. But again, it's a voluntary activity and there's no need for anyone to participate unless they wish to.

Get out more? Shudder. Not me. Going out causes me angst. I would be happy if I never went beyond my own yard unless it was to go on a photo shoot. I love people and I smile a lot and engage with folks when I am out, but I seldom long for any sort of excursion. I could easily be a hermit. I do 99.999999 percent of my shopping online. Like you Judy, I bought nearly all of my new furnishings and accessories for the house renovation this summer, online. I enjoy online shopping even more than I ever did actual shopping, and that's saying something because back in the day, I did enjoy spending time looking at stuff in the stores. But you're right: Looking produces longing and there's really not much out there that we NEED. Be content with such things as you have.

John is surely hurting with Maisie's passing but he knows you're there for him when he needs you. He hasn't forgotten you and I don't know him so I can't say for sure, but like most people, he probably got the job because he felt he needed to. I hope he gets another dog, because there are plenty of those who need loving owners.

Thanks for making me laugh on my own blog today. I like people who don't try to be "sweet" ... that word has never defined me and it's something I definitely would never aspire to. Tell it like it is.

Love ya girl. xoxo