I am sitting on the lip of our claw foot tub in the tiny bathroom of our recently moved-into rental house--my laptop resting on an upside down kitchen trash can (free score from move-out kids!) on top of my great grandma's old seat/step stool combo. This is the only place in the house I can get an unsecured Internet connection (which primarily means I can check job listings now on a regular basis--oh, the ease of it all!). Figuring this spot out took some inventive investigative work and lots of connecting trial-and-error. (Even if I move the computer to the right a few inches, leaning it on the sink, I'm bumped off.)

Anyway, I'm just writing now to wonder if my blog should stay or go. It's been a whole month since I've written! And I am a little creeped out/somewhat concerned by comments from said "Johnny" on my last post from exactly one month ago today. Do I know a Johnny? I don't think so. The issue of innocent comments does not sway my thinking one bit. I don't want people I don't know talking to me through the ether of the Internet. There's no need for small talk among strangers who will never meet. Perhaps my fault for having a blog in the first place. And so I am considering the option of not having one; will have to think on this. If by some mishap I do know you, Johnny, then speak up and tell me who you really are, so I will feel less weirded out by the whole idea of it.

Nothing more to say for now. I'll write my mediocre news by letter to the people I actually know.