Riding home on the metro I unexpectedly encounter my own words and for a moment am struck by a feeling that they are familiar but cannot place them or understand how they got there. Then I read the byline identifying me as the culprit and then deduce that someone not forced to read this blog has and found it worth repeating. So weird.
I show this to my spouse and propose posting the episode.
He: But that's probably really uncool. It's like you're some two-bit blogger who's all excited to show up in the local paper.
Me: But I AM a two-bit blogger who's excited to show up in the local paper! And besides, it's the Post, not the Wahoo Times.
I'll try and think of a "cooler" blog post tomorrow.
