Yesterday I succumbed to peer pressure and joined Facebook. I'm not proud, but there it is. This morning I have a Facebook hangover. Or maybe it feels a bit like when I started using a cell phone. I knew I had to do it, but the looming possibility of wasting enormous amounts of time hung over me like an overused metaphor. In one day I picked up 23 friends. My son, Tom, has 329 friends! He doesn't even know 329 people.
Anyway, the long and short of it is, you can join me there, but I'm only going to check it in the morning. Facebook seems like the perfect way to avoid writing, and let's face it, kids, I'm not a spring chicken. I don't have tons of time to waste not writing.