Sorry, other duties have been calling today. And I'm going to have to hit the road to Helena early tomorrow for a funeral. So activity may continue to be sporadic. But I thought I'd mention something my wife, Ellen, related to me.
An acquaintance stopped her in a coffee shop yesterday to express regret at reading on the blog about the apparent end to our marriage. What? Ellen asked.
The acquaintance said she thought she'd read here about my encountering a burglar in the house after coming home late with a girlfriend.
No, my wife explained. Though I write the blog posts, that one about the burglary was not about my own exeprience, but that of someone else. Besides, Ellen added, nobody else would have me. (What a kidder.)
I thought I'd mention this in case somebody else had drawn a similar conclusion, though I didn't think I'd been unclear. It is a hazard of the blog form, however, and my own haste. Things can often be expressed more clearly and with fewer typos. Everybody needs an editor. Many readers have been happy to fill that role. And I appreciate them.
And my wife of 31+ years.
ALSO: Readers have made this an open line. Good idea.