Sure, this blog is all me, all the time, but at least I spare you blow-by-blow descriptions of my quite boring days. No, not for me that "mama! look at my dooty!" routine.
Or is it all dooty? Maybe I only flatter myself to think that at least I'm not just chattering on about my trip to the doctor, or the fascinating conversation that I had with a taxi driver today, or the great fried rice that I got for a dollar today. Do I not wait for something generally interesting to happen? something with a general lesson in it? something that my two-cents may illuminate? something, preferably accompanied by a photograph? Maybe it is all dooty after all. Who am I to judge?
But I do at least try to draw the line and eliminate the just dead boring. That's a good thing, isn't it?