Who really reads this thing anyway?

I got harassed this morning at church by my preacher's wife. Michelle York wanted to know why I have a blog if I am never going to update it. Never going to update it? I made two posts on the same day less than a week ago, and she says I never update. Granted, I may not blog with the consistency of a Mike Cope, or the humor of a Grant Boone, or the inspiration of a Ryan Porche, or the passion of a Jeremy Jackson, but come on, like my life is interesting enough to merit a blog of such grandeur? I tried to defend my minimal blogger activity to Michelle by citing the following argument: Why should I post if nobody ever comments? I mean, who really reads this thing anyway. But then another woman from my church piped up and said "Yeah, you hardly ever kept us updated while you were gone."
So, for the sake of Michelle and all you other anonymous Kent Brantly blog fanatics out there, I will add this post today, so that when she and you check kentbrantly.blogspot.com you won't be disappointed once again by my ever so exciting life.

For those interested in viewing pictures from my time in Central America, I have begun the arduous task of posting them online. I don't know if all 580 pictures will meet the ever-so-high publishing standards, but for the few that do, you can find them here.

So who does read this thing?