It’s weird, isn’t it?
Not the blog, (Although…)
Last night, out for dinner, lovely evening. The blog thing came up. And our friends said:
It’s amazing that you find something to write about each day.
And we laughed.
But it kind of is, given that it’s been 11½ years. But there have been a lot of days when I can’t think of anything, and suddenly this is one of them. Bit meta.
Still managed a post though.