is there anybody in there....

I wonder, sometimes, if anyone is reading this.

And then I wonder if I want them to be.

I have to assume there are readers--that is, I have to remember that anything I write here is effectively public. Nonetheless, I noodle along, and wonder who's out there.

I follow the journals of people I've never met, and have no particular connection to. And wonder if there's anyone doing that here. Or whether old friends, or acquaintances, are keeping up with me, and whether you'll say hi.

It might be nice to know. In the meantime, I'll cherish the mystery.

is there anybody in there....

I wonder, sometimes, if anyone is reading this.

And then I wonder if I want them to be.

I have to assume there are readers--that is, I have to remember that anything I write here is effectively public. Nonetheless, I noodle along, and wonder who's out there.

I follow the journals of people I've never met, and have no particular connection to. And wonder if there's anyone doing that here. Or whether old friends, or acquaintances, are keeping up with me, and whether you'll say hi.

It might be nice to know. In the meantime, I'll cherish the mystery.

(no subject)

I was thirsty, walked over to the water cooler, and found about five drops of cool water.

I know where the bottles are kept, so I opened the closet door, and lifted one, experimentally.

Yes, I think I can handle this. Bottle on a convenient stack of boxes. Pull the odd plastic cap off, lift the open bottle, and invert it as quickly as possible over the top of the cooler.

A little water landed on the floor, but the procedure was a success.

No big deal, except that the last time I tried this, I got water all over the floor instead. Better analysis of the problem helped--opening the bottle on a table rather than the floor--but mostly I'll take this as evidence that the weight-lifting is accomplishing something beyond letting me think of myself as a weight-lifter. The rewards of exercise are often subtle, but I walked back to my desk with a cup of warm water and a big smile.

(no subject)

I was thirsty, walked over to the water cooler, and found about five drops of cool water.

I know where the bottles are kept, so I opened the closet door, and lifted one, experimentally.

Yes, I think I can handle this. Bottle on a convenient stack of boxes. Pull the odd plastic cap off, lift the open bottle, and invert it as quickly as possible over the top of the cooler.

A little water landed on the floor, but the procedure was a success.

No big deal, except that the last time I tried this, I got water all over the floor instead. Better analysis of the problem helped--opening the bottle on a table rather than the floor--but mostly I'll take this as evidence that the weight-lifting is accomplishing something beyond letting me think of myself as a weight-lifter. The rewards of exercise are often subtle, but I walked back to my desk with a cup of warm water and a big smile.