Reading about the “worm” that is making its way around “old, unpatched” versions of WordPress, I imagined the segmented, legless creature making its way through my mother’s mending pile. Weaving in and out of grass-stained dungarees, bare at the knees. In and out of holes in the linen, scorched by Cora’s iron. In and out of the heels and toes of socks, waiting for the darning egg.

I have no idea how things get patched in cyberspace, but I am assuming that it does not require the likes of a thimble, needle, and thread. Disposing of the worm does not require touching the untouchable and tossing it back into the dirt outside the back door. I am guessing that patches are easier to find in cyberspace than they are in the twenty-first century shopping mall.

All of this has got me thinking about blogging. That insidious worm is blogging its way through open spaces. A wide open page invites bloggers to blog, making their way into unpatched territory because they can. Lately, I have been inundated with blogs. Some days as I make my way through numerous holes I feel as though I am an aimless Alice, having lost my way, having no idea where this wiggling and wriggling is taking me. Blogs are linked to other blogs, just as the worm finds the hole in the overalls on the other side of the linen napkin. My day is spent and the mending still awaits my attention.