Trying to fall asleep at four a.m. this morning, my mind still spinning through all the new possibilities for connections in the blogosphere, I realized how blogging can weaken connections at home. It's just like hanging out with friends at some party late at night, except it seems innocent, because I'm not out partying, I'm right here at home with my family. Everyone is nearby, quiet and content; it feels cozy and good.
But the hours go by, and unless my loved ones interrupt, I might as well be at a party. The only difference is, if I was, I'd think of them and come home.
you can't eat it
2 weeks ago