BitterSweetLife

For months, it seems, I’ve lain awake at night, playing out various scenarios in my mind. I fret, I tweak this condition or that, I exercise hyper-optimism—but the outcome is always the same.

It’s like a recurring nightmare, the type of horror story that makes you not want to sleep. Only problem is, I’m awake. The story goes like this: Undoubtedly, for every new post I slam up, there are dozens of loyal readers just waiting—sitting at the pc, clicking refresh, refresh, refresh—until it appears. But also undoubtedly, there must be at least a dozen who should have seen it, wanted to see it, were dying to see it—but didn’t. And this is the thought that haunts me.

Maybe your internet connection went AWOL. Maybe the hard disk raged out of control. Maybe your dog ate your mouse. Maybe you just took a lovely unplanned vacation, only later realizing the full consequences. Whatever the case, a horrific outcome lurks in the shadows, waiting to be recognized at a later date: BitterSweetLife continued while you were gone, and you weren’t there to see it happen.

An appalling thought, I know. Hopefully you were in a pleasant, well-lit room with classical music playing when you read this. But for those who are haunted by this waking dream, as I am, there is now a cure.

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