On the 10th anniversary of this blog a year ago, I observed: “In blog years I’m dead.” Add one more year of decomposition.
More than ever I struggle with whether to simply abandon this. About the time I’m convinced I should, something comes up that I want to post about — although most of it is rather desultory. My guess the bones will continue to creak and make popping noise but, like any old fart, will continue to muddle along.
I wish there was a measurement for blog life akin to the measurement of dog years. I’m guessing they might be close since I certainly feel in my 70s blogwise.
Congrats on 11 years, that kind of dedication is rare. I for one find your posts very entertaining and look forward to your weekly updates and reports of your eclectic book reading. Thanks!
Thanks. It’s nice to know someone other than my family actually looks at it.