This will be the 1984th posting that I’ve published in this blogsphere. This means - and this is the only time I will ever be able to say this - the number of blogs I’ve posted now matches the year I was born.
It would have been perfect if this had happened on my birthday, and I did seriously consider delaying this one just so that it happened that way. The tying-in of events and dates and numbers would have kept Rory a happy little bunny for decades, but I’m too impatient, and I want to write more this month, and there’s still a little paranoid part of me that goes to bed every night convinced I’ve spent my last day alive, so I never take it for granted that I’ll even make it to my birthday.
So here it is.
Blog no. 1984.
From someone who was born in 1984.
It all feels so gorgeous.
RC 15-1-18
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