My Gym-friend thinks I have “become very boring!” Yesterday, she demanded I pass the phone to my daughter because she is not interested in discussing whether Rahul Gandhi is the Obama for India or Kiren Rijiju from Arunachal Pradesh. (Is that possible?)
She concedes, “Now ask me if Obama is hot, that I can tell you!”
But that I already know. Shobha De told us on her blog.
I asked Daughter, if she thought she was being neglected because of the time I spend on my blog? She promptly gives me a hug and says (sings) “If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad!
And I know the thought that unrepentantly creeps into the mind is, “This is a blog-worthy moment!”
Earlier if the cat, the only baby in the house, woke me up, I tried to go back to sleep. Now even at an unearthly 5 am, the laptop is sneaked into the kitchen, and while the morning cup of tea gets cold, the mail is checked for comments.
Recently when there was an internet connection problem, the World (Wide Web) had come to a stand still.The biggest regret was there were no blog posts, kept opened in Firefox Mozilla tabs, to read 😦
During the day, when the Incredimail notifier announces “You’ve got mail!” it can be heard all over the house … and that’s reason enough to drop whatever is being done and run to check if there’s a new comment, or an email from the blogosphere.
I wonder how much time other bloggers spend in the blogdom … four hours a day? Five? Or do you only look at your blog once a week?
When can we say we are addicted to the blogosphere ?