Why did I do that?

The spouse of a friend, a grounded, level-headed person, asked why I would bother to make last night’s post.

I guess it’s that I just hate to see, in that little calendar grid that sits to the right of this column, the non-bold digits that represent “no post.” It’s like I’ve been slacking – too much cruising shopping sites, or hanging at the bar, or a little heavy on the naps, or a few too many sessions at Peet’s, perhaps. We don’t like the innuendo. We work hard at being a bum. Seriously.

So we post. And maybe, immemorable as they may be, posts like last night’s provide a hook that keeps readers, all four of us, coming back. Then again, one reader, it would seem, is now in no hurry to return…