I don’t know…

Today is another one of those days. You know the ones. I’ve spent the day working. I’ve made it home alive. But I’m sapped of all energy. My tank is pushing past empty and I’m running on fumes.

Yet I still expect myself to come up with a clever blog post.

No… I don’t expect myself to come up with a clever blog post. I just need to come up with a blog post.

Because the streak is at 937. That’s 937 consecutive days with something posted to this blog. I can’t let it die.

And it’s not like I’ll have any sense of accomplishment if I hit 1,000. WordPress isn’t going to send me a plaque in the mail congratulating me on being this obsessive about posting something each and every day. WordPress doesn’t care about me. They’ve never shown any interest in anything I’ve done here, they’re certainly not about to start now.

So here’s the deal… It’s Friday. It’s the end of what has turned out to be a long week. Not as long as last week felt… but long nonetheless. My shoes are off. I’m going to eat some dinner. I’m going to watch some Jeopardy! I’m going to relax. And I don’t want to hear anyone complain about it. Got it?

Good.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled program, already in progress.