The beginning of June is always a strange time for me. My birthday is coming again and I’m always sort of troubled that another one of my very few years on the planet is finished. This one has been the busiest yet and it doesn’t look like there’s any chance of slowing the roller coaster that it seems my life is. I don’t know if I’d want it to slow, mind you, but sometimes it just seems like everything is happening and happening and happening and <snip>a bunch of rambles that seemed good last night, but in the cold, hard, light of day are really terrible</snip>
It was nice, though, to read for a bit. I don’t know how I started writing all that. Originally I was just going to say that it was cool to be turkey-pecked for the first time in my life.