While cleaning up some old posts over the weekend, I realized that I’ve been posting to this blog fairly consistently since October of 2002. That’s five and a half years of blogging — for probably the smallest regular readership of any long-term blogger on the Internet.
That’s okay. Believe me, I’m not whining, complaining, or feeling sorry for myself. Bemused, more like. I obviously have a psychological need to vent, because it’s not like my occasional screeds are changing the world.
It’s good to remember one’s place in the universe. There is a God, and I’m not Him.