April 11: It has been one month and seven days since my last post, and i would like to tell you about the gloriousness of what i have been doing.
i was back at school the other day, and it was great. In a room with young people is where i want to be. To clarify, when i say “school”, i mean mom’s high school, not my dog-training school…and when i say “the other day”, i mean March 22, not April 7, not April 8, not April 9, not any time in April like one would suspect after looking at the date at the beginning of this post.
Time is such a relative concept.
I was back in school the other day, and it was everything i love.
April 22: It has been eleven days since April 11…which was twenty days since the moment i mentioned on April 11, which was one month and seven days since my previous post and the last time i wrote…the day i vowed to tell the story about making good use of time. In those most recent eleven days, i had a week of spring break and swore i would dedicate at least an hour each day to getting my thoughts down on paper (so to speak). During spring break mom, grammy, and i drove to upstate NY, and i had a total of ten hours in the car where i mentally committed myself to working on my record of reflections. While in upstate, i was cozied up in front of the fire from 6 PM to 11 PM each night, and all the while i promised…absolutely promised…i would point my snoot at the screen and put my paws on the keyboard and type this dog blog.
I did not do work during spring break, i did not do work in the car, i did not do work from NY state, i did not do work near the fire.
I splooted.
It has been eleven days since i started this post, and as i sit here…
May 22: good golly miss molly, and i say that because, ya know, Molly is my sister.
It has been one month since it was eleven days since i started this blog by making reference to an event twenty days before that, and although i had every intention of making this story remarkable and making it memorable and making it amazing and making it magnificent and making it my best blog yet and wowing my readers with perfection….i didn’t.
But that’s ok, you get the point. i promise to be more diligent moving forward. Dog paw to heaven.
i’m a dog, i love life, and i have flaws. i’m perfect. imperfect. Just. Like. You.
wow, Phil, I love all those numbers.
Math giant!