After more than 560 blog posts I’ve only missed a handful, five at most, and I always rectify the situation the next morning, as I’m doing now. After establishing such a habit, perhaps the strongest of my adult life, it must take special circumstances for me to forget to write my post, and indeed there were. 

Nothing exciting, special doesn’t mean exciting. I’m recovering from several difficult projects around the land that have fatigued my muscles and made me weak and sore. It’s hot and muggy and the electricity of big rain on top of already big rain brings a certain anxiety to a beleagered part of Vermont. 

An opportunity I’ve been waiting months for has finally come up, and it brings a certain anxiety to a beleagered part of my brain and my heart. 

Anyways, I just watched youtube and went to bed but did not sleep. I remembered that I hadn’t written my blog at something like 1:00 am. Despite not falling asleep for another three hours or so I did not get up and write it. Not sleeping is a real bastard like that.

You don’t get to enjoy the pleasure of sleep, nor do you get the accomplishment afforded by being awake.

Anyways, it’s 7:54 am so we’re not so bad.