Paranoia?

This morning I reminded Joe that I write a blog and mentioned that I had been writing more often since I was home. I told him a bit about my 3 am blog on being sick and in pain and now feeling more empathetic with him.

His reaction? Blogs are dangerous. There are probably stalkers out there who want to learn about us through my blog. They will break in and steal our valuables. What valuables? These must be the same people who will peer into the windows if I leave the blinds open during the day or who will steal his 1999 Chevy if he leaves it unlocked.

Joe and I are opposites. I am the optomist who wants the blinds open, lots of light pouring into the house, light and bright colors, and no worries until an actual event forces it. Joe is the pessimist who wants every window blocked with blinds and heavy drapes so all rooms are cave-like and who worries about all possible ills before they ever happen. Not that he does any thing about these dark possibilities, he just agonizes over them. Most of the time we balance , but sometimes he just makes me laugh. If any stalkers from my blog show up (which I believe is read by no more than 10 people), I'll just throw my laptop at them.