Have I mentioned that at times, I’m a compulsive worrier? I have extremely hyperactive imagination glands, which doesn’t bother me as a rule, but when they take these side trips into the Lands of Worriment and Angst, things can become a little complicated. This happens a few times a week.
I worry about everyone. Friends and family, Tom, the crack hos in my neighborhood– no one is immune from my fretting. I also worry about those whose blogs I read. There are some in the Blog World who have serious illnesses, and some who probably have just decided to stop blogging. They may have decided that they have better things to do, which, while this strikes me as almost completely impossible, could actually be true. But I need closure, dammit. I need a little teeny tiny post that says something like, “I have decided that this blogging thing bores the crap out of me. I will instead pursue my love of bass fishing and stringing chandeliers.” It drives me crazy when someone drops off the face of the universe, even if it’s the Blog Universe.
My blogging buddy Wendy was sick last week. She posts regularly, and we e-mail each other a couple of times a week. Thank goodness her husband Buck was kind enough to post health updates on her blog, otherwise her change in pattern would have worried a bunch of us to no end.
I could be hit by a train tomorrow. A land shark could devour one of my blog friends in a heartbeat. An asteroid could hit the southern U.S. and take out twelve people whose words I read several times a week.
So anyway, I put together the Blogger Emergency ID card shown above, and I urge you to print it out and carry it with you in your wallet. If (heaven forbid), something should happen to you or your typing fingers, it will put me (and many others) at ease to know what happened. If you get hit by a giant asteroid, I’ll read about it in the newspaper.
Thanks for understanding.