Blogging Bragging Rights
If all goes well and the current 5,000-6,000 views per day trend on my original A Certain Point of View on Blogger continues, I will reach this mark in 20 days, if not sooner.
I don’t know why, but one of my blog posts from 2019, Talking About Conservative Propaganda: Explaining Why Trump Is Not Universally Supported, went viral in early September, and has received over 110,000 hits since. I checked my blog’s statistics page, the post’s own stats section, and Google Analytics a little while ago and can confidently say, yes, this is the post that went viral, since most of my other 1,405 articles get, at most, a few hits a day.
It’s possible that interest in this post will cool down sooner rather than later and my prediction that I’ll hit the 1 million-plus mark before October segues into November will not come to pass, but I am now nearing the 910,000-hits mark (as I write this, the tally is 907,368, and my so-far-today hits count is at 3,854, though by the time I hit the “publish” button for this post, both of those figures will be higher), so even if the post stops generating pageviews, I’m now closer to 1,000,000 pageviews than I thought I’d be in August.
My Day So Far
As for how my Hump Day is coming along, I am exhausted. I did not sleep well last night; I have no idea what time I went to bed because I didn’t wander to the kitchen to check the time or turn on either my PC or my phone to do that, but it was certainly after midnight. I woke up – barely – to go to the bathroom around 6:30 AM (I did go to the kitchen afterward to check the time then!) but was able to sleep until 9:33 AM (which is when I woke up and turned on my desktop computer).
Of course, the Caregiver had left my usual café con leche at my place on the kitchenette table, but it had been sitting unattended and unconsumed for over an hour, so I had a cold café con leche instead of a hot one. I no longer get so much as a toasted bagel or buttered toast, and I have not made the time to fix any breakfast or lunch, so I am functioning with the caffeine from my morning coffee and a can of Coke that I’m sipping from. I’ll eat something as soon as I publish this, but I don’t know what.
Oh, and I’ve decided to shave off my beard. I am tired of it after tolerating it, for the Caregiver’s sake, for the past seven years. Personally, I like the way I look with a beard, so long as it’s neatly trimmed and doesn’t make me look like an Iranian mullah or a poor, homeless guy ambling through the streets of Lithia begging for food money. I last got a trim in June, when the Caregiver’s previous boyfriend was still clinging to life in a Tampa Bay area hospice, but now that she’s gone gaga over her new Plenty of Fish guy, she says things like “I need to take you to get groomed,” on the rare occasion that she notices me, yet never follows through.
I have a beard trimmer on my Remington battery-operated shaver, and if I had the dexterity for it, I’d trim it myself. Alas, the one time – back in 1989 – when I attempted to do this the results were, shall we say, uneven, so I just took the trimmer (and eventually the regular Microscreen® shaver) and removed the entire beard, including my mustache.
I can’t say when I will do this; I still must figure out where I can shave my beard in a way that doesn’t make a mess. I’d prefer to not do it in the bathroom; I don’t want to clog the sink with the clippings (which will be copious). I could probably do it in here, but I need to find a way to make sure the hairs I shave off land where I need them to and not all over my room.
In any case, the beard must go. It’s itchy, scraggly-looking, and it does not give me that “writerly look” that The Caregiver seems to like. It’s my face, my choice, right?
Other than that, I don’t have much to say; I’m sleepy, and I don’t feel like doing anything. I wish I were somewhere else, really, ideally with a good book to read, a platter full of Colombian empanadas to nosh on, an icy cold beer within reach, and – yes – an attractive, intelligent, and congenial woman to keep me company. Alas, I’ll just have to fantasize about three of those five things, and I could easily do without the bottle of beer, since I do have access to that but don’t want to get a bottle now, especially on a nearly empty stomach!
I do have to take a shower and see what I can eat for a late lunch, so I better wrap this up and post it on WordPress. So, until next time, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.