Who?

Who are you that read this.  I can see tracks in the snow, but have no idea who you are (unless you follow and then I *do* know that you’ve done that)

I know that Ruth peeks occasionally.  And Judy.  Matt follows.  You poor lovely dears.  I write sort of into the void, somewhat uncensored but also reasonable unidentifiably (unless you know me very well) to protect the foolhardy and innocent.

I might just start writing about cooking again…

me

with appreciation and love that someone, somewhere reads the dribbles in my head