Sometimes, as you all know, I have really good days in terms of hits. There was the never-to-be-forgotten Rush mention; there are the occasional, and always appreciated, Instalanches; and the periodic nods from other big sites, all of which send lots of traffic my way.
And then, peculiarly, after I have these big days, my traffic drops. And it doesn’t just drop to the same level as before the big day. Instead, it plummets, it plunges, it collapses, it goes lower than a snakes belly in a deep gutter.
To be honest, I prefer the big traffic days.
Right now, the whole situation is worse for me because dealing with my Mom has caused my blogging rate to drop. Aside from spending less time at my computer, I’m just worn out from these days. They’re not long, but they’re draining. It’s okay. I’m doing the right thing, and I’m happy to give back to my Mom now that she needs my help. I’m therefore not complaining about the work I’m doing. I’m just whining — just a little bit — about the fall-out from that work.