I've dried up.
I have absolutely nothing of interest to blog about. Who wants to hear about housework, essays two returned two to go, the stress of putting one's house up for sale ( ... okay, breathe deeply, breathe ... ) and too many late nights. Book group, sewing group, tax (must must must), sourdough bread, Son No. 1's statewide test results, what on earth is for dinner tonight.
These are all the things buzzing around in my overworked head.
Even the camera batteries have died so I cannot photo-document my day for your amusement.
What to do?
So I idly peruse my blog stats. I discover that I have 86 readers. This amazes me, as only half a dozen people ever comment. I look closer. I have readers in Finland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, France, Portugal. How did this happen? (Welcome!) I'm blown away. Some months ago I had a reader from Nepal who stayed for 90 seconds.
There are other, more familiar visitors from Seattle, Tuvalu, Brisbane, Melbourne, Canberra, Sydney, Canada, Slough. And someone from Lambeth, London. I was born in Lambeth and have the birth certificate to prove it. Hello Lambeth reader! And visitors from wonderful sounding towns like Chilliwack.
Now, what would happen if I invited all those in far away places to say hello?