there's no method to my madness

One of my favorite tangibles, is a beautiful vintage, wood and brass
level that WT gave me one Christmas. I keep it here on the old oak
high school drafting table, I use as a computer desk, in the little
sitting area off the manor kitchen. I didn't realize until today, it's
obviously my Libra sense of balance, that draws me to this mellow
level, with its air bubbles housed in cloudy green glass.

Speaking of a sense of balance, the only thing about blogging, that's
making me feel incredibly unbalanced lately, is the fact that I'm
having a bit of trouble making it through the bloggyhood to visit all
you special peeps on a daily basis. You are the nicest, most creative
and intelligent group of gentle readers in the whole blogosphere. I
am one lucky blog duck. You mean the world to me, and that's why

I am feeling frustration.

You know how it is. I'm going down the mile, the ubiquitous green
blogroll mile, and the phone rings. I chat. I laugh. I return to the
mile, and it has grown. Not only that, but I've lost my place. I skim
down and click on a blog with an intriguing post. I click on someone

new in the comment section, and I'm on a fresh and exciting street

in the bloggyhood. I pop here. I comment there. Before I know it,

an hour has passed and I'm still only a quarter of the way down the

green mile. And I'm a fast typer, too.

I know some of you like to send an email to everyone who leaves a
comment. I'm afraid this method would permanently attach my butt
to the chair, and I would soon collect dust and spider webs. Plus, I
think it's a bit redundant to reply by email, and also go leave a blog
comment. Not to mention, it chokes the old inbox. Some others of
you only comment to those who have left comments on your post.
I don't really care for that method either, because there are so many
interesting bloggers out there, that don't necessarily leave me a
comment on a daily basis.

So, what's a willow to do? I think my gentle readers will understand,

while I would love to comment on 200 blogs a day, it's just not

realistic. It's not healthy to sit here blogging 24 x 7; this willow might

just send down roots and sprout withy shoots. Got any suggestions?

Any methods to your bloggy madness? Blogging should be fun and I

should not be feeling this unbalanced sense of "oblogation", right?
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willow with withies ready to harvest