My Days Are Numbered

As are all of our days. (Woody Allen once asked why they should be numbered, and not lettered.)

Today, though, as it happens — on September 23rd, 2024 — the number of my days is a nice round one: exactly 25,000.

It’s been a bit of a slog at times, and I’m well out of warranty at this point, but I’m glad I’m still buggering on. Better to be over the hill than under it!

3 Comments

  1. Another Dave says

    Keep pushing!

    Your work is appreciated.

    Posted September 23, 2024 at 9:26 am | Permalink
  2. Whitewall says

    Hang in there Malcolm. As we used to say here in the South–I’m leanin’ forward keeping the chain pulled tight. Almost poetic.

    Posted September 24, 2024 at 2:57 pm | Permalink
  3. JK says

    Yo Whitewall!

    https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/1667895/The+Moody+Blues/22,000+Days

    Hangin’ in. Mood’s fair good. You’re in mind

    Posted September 27, 2024 at 6:58 pm | Permalink

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