Thank you all – especially Dr. Evil – for yesterday. I don’t like a fuss on my birthday, which is ironic because I’m such an egomaniac. I did, however, appreciate the Doc’s kind words and your nice comments.
Not going to lie; I’m feeling my age today. 45. That’s really freakin’ old, and I realized yesterday I’m on the down-slope of life. I’m not making 90, kids. My father died at 66, and his father died (I think) even earlier. In the last week, I’ve had a brush with skin cancer, pulled a muscle in my back from walking, and most likely sprained my wrist. My left one, so brushing my teeth and wiping my adorable apple-shaped tushie is rather difficult. The only good news is I’m down ten pounds since January 1st.
That said, I think I’m happy. No, I know I’m happy. I’m writing another book – it’s going slower than I hoped, but I’m almost done the first chapter – I have the best job in the police department, and the blog is still going strong. That’s more a testament to you than me.
So I wanted to thank people. I wanted to thank Jim, Dr. Evil, and Mollie for helping keep this blog afloat. You may not know it to see it, but writing a blog takes a lot of time and effort. Doc, Mollie, Jim, and I sacrifice our personal time to keep you entertained. I can’t do it all anymore – I’m tired – but their occasional posts and/or tech guru work has rejuvenated me.
I wanted to thank the readers – whether you comment or lurk, I appreciate you stopping by. If you leave, so does the blog. Doc, Mollie, and I would be yelling snarky comments at passersby. Jim would be holding a sign saying, “Will fix HTML for food.”
I want to thank those of you who keep us safe, work long hours and shift work, and do the things no one else wants to do. Soldiers, police officers, fire and medic personnel, nurses, teachers, everyone who works a truly thankless job. I this little piece of hell can make your days a bit brighter – or rainier, whatevs – we’ve done our job.