I got up early this morning because I was hungry and longed for my coffee and because I knew it was going to take me all the rest of the morning to get ready for my lunch date with the glamorous Dutch Woman. So why am I still hungry, still coffeeless and still wondering if I have anything eye-catching but not too gaudy to wear to lunch.
I think I must, in my own way, be confessing to an addiction to g-mail, facebook, blogging and blog-reading in no particular order of preference.
I can remember when I was afraid I'd end up addicted to science-fiction and fantasy, another time when I worried about Prozac, another when I thought my obsession about my family would lead me to a kind of drooling nirvana. It never occurred to me that my downfall would be the internet.