I love you.
I hate you.
I love your wonderful words, spun out like thread, woven into intricate tapestries that are by turns gossamer light or substantial as a good, wool blanket. I love your glorious images; photos that capture my fancy and cartoons that tickle it.
I hate when your prolific bounty outruns my limited time. I hate the oppressive sense of obligation I feel towards those for whom I feel love in even greater measure.
Sometimes I dread your offerings at the same time I eagerly await them.
When woes and obligations weigh me down…
When joys and daily life claim all my attention…
When, whether by choice or necessity, I have been away from you for more than several days…
…my finger hovers hesitantly. I delay that tiny click, almost dreading the abundance that may result. The too-much-of-a-good-thing mountain I will have to scale, mental grappling hook and rope in hand.
I have chosen you. You are the best of the best. But it is a relief to discover that my WordPress Reader presents nothing new for me to digest today.
Thank you Blogs I Follow. Thanks for nothing.