Hi. I love you.

A lot of people I love very much (most of whom I've never met in person) are having a hard go of it lately. While bad stuff happens pretty much all the time, it always seems to hit hardest (and below the belt) during the poorly-named "holiday" season. (Holiday? Everyone's stressed to the max, worked ragged, broke, and short of sleep!)

I try to send little Tweets of love and Facebook hugs and things, but the internet is a fast-moving place, and I worry sometimes that I've missed something important. So: a blanket announcement.

You are my friend, and I love you. I wish I could ease your burdens, take away your pain, and fill your days with warmth and happiness always. But I can't - no one can. What I (and everyone) can do, is remind each other that we are all out here together, and maybe that little bit of connection and universal good energy can make things a little better.

Yeah, I sound like a big hippie. So what? It's true. It's also true that love means something different to everyone. Whatever it means to you, you're getting it from me. Respect. Admiration. Recognition. Laughs at your silly jokes, and tears at your hardships. Lots of love for everyone; didn't someone once say that it's the only thing that increases, the more you give it away?