As of yesterday, this blog is four years old.
That’s 1,219 posts, including this one, many of which involve poetry, science, kids, rants, superheroes, music, food, and my apparent inability to reliably chew gum and walk at the same time. Or invent an original metaphor.
Thank you all for reading, commenting, snickering, arguing, sympathizing, and sending me weird stuff for Thursdays, anyway.
Tomorrow, I will be forty-four years old.
That’s 16,060 days, including this one, many of which included Learning Experiences™ of various types.*
Thank you all for humoring me while I whined about the majority of them.
To celebrate both milestones, I’m taking the week off from posting. ** A gift, from me to you.
I’m hoping to make some leeway on a couple of projects and also take a little time to examine my priorities and shuffle ’em around.
Adults do that, or so I’m told.***
See you Sunday.
* If I collect enough of those, I may turn into a Real Adult someday. There’s an incentive . . .
**I will also be celebrating at the lunch buffet at my favorite Indian restaurant until my husband has to lead me to the car and put an extension on the seat belt. Because Real Adults set obtainable goals.
***I will also be visiting the dentist, which I’ve been told Real Adults do far more frequently than I. The way I figure it, I made the appointment on my own behalf, even though my teeth and gums don’t hurt, which is a huge step in my maturation process, right there. So nyah.