I found my gmail account and noticed several e-mails from Twitter, most of them telling me that I was missed and encouraging me to post a Tweet--any Tweet. I had created a Twitter page so long ago I don't remember why I did it. It was kind of like waking up with a tattoo.
I requested the opportunity to create a new password, because, frankly, if you don't even remember creating a worldwide name for yourself as "Nemosnanny," why would you remember the password? I discovered that I had one follower--my friend and boss. Thank you, Peter, for asking the Twitter wallflower with braces and popbottle glasses to dance. I am on Facebook, Twitter and blogspot, but do not flit around much on any of them. A dead butterfly.
