Recently, I've been accused of giving readers a headache, which is not much fun for them I'm sure. This is partly my own fault — my lack of communication skills — and partly that a portion of readers aren't really here; they're just moving through on a swift train. They aren't in a reading mood. I get that. Sometimes all I want to see is a picture book, too. And when it comes to a picture book, this is not the best blog to be.
All this to say that I am feeling very blessed that so many people have wandered through this blog in the past six years. Why I have any readership is a source of constant wonderment to me. As you know, Google reader is leaving July 1. I have yet to learn whether Google Followers will be gone as of that date, too. My best guess is that since it's all connected, one day we'll wake up to find them gone...poof.
(Oh boy...it is so tempting to say something right here that would toss many for a loop. Some of you will know what I'm thinking and others will just have to guess because I'm not connecting the dots today. Another day...)
If you had told me yesterday morning that the oppressive heat was going to leave and that it would be chilly enough to bake those wonderful molasses cookies last night (recipe in sidebar), I might not have believed you. If you had told me yesterday morning that the Supreme Court was going to rule as they did, I might not have believed you either. All day long I felt as if I woke in one country and ended the day in another. I'm weary. I'm tired. I'm yearning for home.