
Do I read you? Yes. If you are on my flist, I read you. And by "read," sometimes I mean "skim," because you people are busy, and I currently only have Internet access at work.
Of course, those of you not on my flist (i.e., those without an lj *cough*dunanhopemargat*cough*), I don't read. And there's some of my stuff that you can't read (i.e., are unable to access - not that I wouldn't want you to read it), since I lock it "friends only," and you can't be on an flist without an lj. :)
I don't comment a lot, because my comments would be lame, like "tee hee" or "I agree" or "yes, what you said." Then again, occasionally I am lame, so every once in a while, you'll get those kind of comments.
But I care...and I read...even if I didn't reply to tell you specifically that I read, because I got tired of replying.
A's on the lunch break - we're taking turns today so that we don't have to take down the computer and lock up the expensive bits. I will be glad to go to 24-hour desk again for two reasons: 1) I'll finally be on my night schedule, and 2) no more break down/lock up.
Both my Dallas and Ft. Worth school department chairs emailed me congratulations on the new job with sad little emoticons to tell me they'd miss me. I wished them a speedy replacement.