My wife recently convinced me to join Twitter. I relented, but with a smirk. I already own a blog with tons of dust and a Facebook account which, if it were leftovers in the fridge, would be getting all blue-green and fuzzy by now. Oh, well. It’s easy to collect things if all you need to do is throw the collection on a shelf somewhere. Making a collection work takes work – and time. And, I have commitment anxiety. But in this new atmosphere the air is heavy with stress. It works its weight against the vessel in which fear is contained.