Well . . . we made it. There was never any real doubt that we would, but it’s been a long year, and yesterday I was feeling every last second of it.
Still . . . any year you can walk away from is a good one, and all that.
School’s out for summer.
The school year is wrapping up here, and we’re on the final push. We should be able to finish the last of the necessary work today, then there can be some celebration and rest.
I’ll let you know tomorrow how it went.
We interrupt the joke I was setting up for yesterday with the news that Stephen Hawking has died, and to make the following correction to one of the announcement I read regarding this:
Stephen Hawking did a lot of amazing things, but he never ever worked “with” black holes. Maybe he is now, but he never did it when he was alive! I know I’m being pedantic here, but it just seems like the sort of distinction that needs to be made when talking about even the concept of working with a black hole.
For the record, L’s Mother and I did remember that Friday was our anniversary . . . one second after someone wished us a happy anniversary.
At this point I figure this is just our thing.
I really thought that by having an entire weekend to cool down that I’d be ready to elaborate on what I started talking about on Friday . . . but I was wrong.
I am now once again in the land of electronic impulses, but it took me longer than anticipated to reach here, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Apologies if I’m sporadic for a few days, my current location’s signal strength is easily disrupted by the wind.
If the brevity of my recent entries haven’t already clued you in, I’ve been . . . otherwise occupied lately. Some of that, naturally, has been due to the holidays, but mostly it’s been due to a cold that has proven, for lack of a better term, “scrappy.” By my count I’m on my third round of “I thought I’d beaten this thing already!”
The cold/flu that I’ve been feeling nipping my heels all week has decided that today was the day to strike, so if you’ll excuse me (or even if you won’t) . . . I’m going back to bed.
I realize that lately my entries have been particularly brief, but that trend is going to continue for at least one more day. As I type this I have been awake for some twenty-two odd hours or so, and while this is far from a record, it’s a condition that runs the risk of being fatal . . . to others.
