So I woke up this morning, which is always a good sign, and I climbed out of my virtual foxhole, picked up my ax and proceeded to march on down the trail the way I usually do. Another day of walking point, drawing fire from left and right, and sometimes the middle.

I glance back via Twitter and I see 516 followers, and it’s good to know they’ve got my back, so I keep on trucking.

And then, while I’m at Rotary, I see some panicky Twitter messages from people who’ve lost their followers, so I look back again — and there’s NOBODY! I’ve got exactly ZERO followers! That whole battalion it’s taken me a year to build up, just freaking GONE…

So I yell out, and somebody explains to me that it was just a glitch, and that they should be back by now.

And I look, and there’s 517 people behind me now. I apparently picked up a straggler from somewhere.

So I keep on walking the point… with my confidence just a tad shaken. If they can just disappear like that, it makes you kind of wonder whether they’re ever really there…