So This Blog, as Charlie Pierce so elegantly puts it, is one year older as of yesterday, Eastern Time (Australians, you're on your own). Pure Slush's 2014 series rolls on, one of several places This Blog's work will be found in the days to come, and NaNoWriMo starts in 12 days.
On this anniversary of my emergence into this vale of tears, it moves me to reflect. Facebook is either
a contagion upon the world's thinking people, or the very greatest thing since breathable air. (Your mileage may vary. Australians, again, are on their own.)
But one thing it has done today is remind me that, for good or ill, many people have touched my life and, in turn, been touched by me. (Hopefully positively, and mostly appropriately.) More than 50
people stopped to wish me well-
friends, colleagues, former colleagues, relatives, internet friends, more people than I really have any right to claim. It's nice to be seen.
Now then, everybody sing!
"Yesterday it was my birthday-
I've hung one more year on the line-
I should be depressed-
My life's a mess-
But I'm having a good time."