Caught red-handed

Somehow, I generally forget that people might actually read my blog when they see the link in my Facebook profile. I have a faint idea of the regular readers of my blog... Kak, Bek, Billy, Heather, someone who lives in Tivoli. (The apartment complex in O-town, not the city of 100 fountains in Italy.) By the way, if you are the lurker from Tivoli, announce yourself! I'm curious to know who you are.

But then there are others that I probably will never know about. Tonight I was hanging out with some friends from church, and one of them mentioned to me that he occasionally visited my blog. It's kind of a blow to the mind for a second. You sit at your computer, alone, and pour your head and sometimes heart out into a little blank box and hit "publish" and you are still, seemingly, alone. Sometimes I write with someone in mind. Maybe I'd like to make Billy laugh. Or throw something in that only Heather would find amusing. But a lot of the time, I write to an anonymous audience. Somehow it's an earth-shattering moment with that anonymity takes the face of someone I know in real life.

Makes me wonder who else lurks out there...

Probably no one, since my posts have been few and far between this summer. What can I say? I've been busy having meltdowns and highs and lows and intimacy with Jesus that has rocked my world.

Four days left at work.
Eight days till I clobber Joshua Geiger at the airport.
Ten days till I have a conversation that may change the trajectory of my life.

I'll let ya know.