I cyber-peeked over someone's shoulder this evening; accidentally...important I get that in. I'm just like you, a subject of the surveillance state, but I'm not, in any way, shape, or form, an instigator of it, or for it.

So there I am just wandering by (if you can in the cyber world), minding my own business...when I catch a glimpse of the best definition of a blog. The eureka moment. So simple, so visual, so apt: it's a great big ball of yarn. Yarn. Better that metaphor someone please

And by those unwritten laws that seem to informally govern so much of life, don't balls of yarn only grow larger too...?

Something growing bigger at my age. How do you expect me to feel....imagine...