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!
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Keep pushing!
Your work is appreciated.
Hang in there Malcolm. As we used to say here in the South–I’m leanin’ forward keeping the chain pulled tight. Almost poetic.
Yo Whitewall!
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Hangin’ in. Mood’s fair good. You’re in mind