Reader, part three

I have only one more lurker fantasy to last me a whole post full of linkableness. Here goes.

You, 12 reader, are the biggest mystery of all. Day after day you click and read from wherever that is in Maine. If I think of Maine, 12 reader, I think of lobster rolls and craft shops and cozy bed and breakfasts. I think of windswept beaches and pebbles in the sand. In my imagination, 12 reader, you are the charming, sensitive proprietor of a wonderful gift shop that sells beautiful, one of a kind treasure. So enchanting is your shop that only the siren's song of beer and hush puppies next door can drag me away. But I will be back, 12 reader. I hope you will, too.

Months ago, when I first discovered my darling P she left me a comment that I really loved. She said, "You are my east, my west, my daily rest."

All this time, my blog has offered me refuge from my real life, and I can't tell you how much I have needed it. I tried to link to everyone who has ever been here and commented. Probably, I failed. But maybe I succeeded* in letting you know how much I appreciate all of you, lurkers and commenters alike. Thank you.

If I can find half an hour tomorrow, I'll re-address the subject of blog-love, which has lately been much on my mind. (Sort of).

(I love you).

*Did I fail? Make sure you clicked all the links... and if I really did, comment, and I'll get you next time.