So was it you? If it was you were a couple of hits short. I said 30 hits & I’d notice. You only managed 28. Try again another day eh. This is about the time my brain reaches overload. I really don’t mind you reading. The thought that it maybe someone else fills me with dread. I don’t want people who know me knowing more than I tell them. It’s strange to think you know what I think far more than the people who are in my real world. The but of what if it’s not you is to much for me to deal with right now. It’s days like today when I ask myself why I don’t have a private blog.