In early August, I almost wrote up a post and scheduled it to auto-post on August 28th. Then I thought, nah, I'll remember. I didn't actually write anything on that date.
Why does this even matter? Well, it doesn't, really. Except that it was my one-year anniversary of writing here.
I like to celebrate the little things, like a whim of mine actually lasting (at a decently steady pace, too) over a year. By now it's second nature to write at least every other day. It may not be mind-blowing, but I was an English major, so it's at least keeping me disciplined.
Now to work on disciplining those darn kids...kidding! You all know I love my kids. If not, surely at least half of the past year's entries have been positive things about them.
My brain stopped working. I should stop writing. Happy late anniversary, Finding Snooze!