I was waiting eagerly for the advent of the six month anniversary of my blog. But now that it's come, I'm not sure what to say. I don't have anything witty to say. I don't have anything stupdendous to say. I don't even have anything mildly amusing to say.
I don't think that when I started I could've dreamed writing this much. It's been a good exercise though I think. A good discipline, to write every day. Something a writer should get used to. It's also been a great communication tool, letting me tell people who live far away about my life, even when I don't talk to each and every one of them individually.
I've posted quite a bit. A lot more than most people I know. I hope you've enjoyed it. I hope you haven't secretly been throwing tomatoes at your computer. Please, it's not the computer's fault. If it's really necessary to throw tomatoes, I suggest the neighbor's dog. Or you can save them into a large stinking pile and throw them at me when I get home. If you are so ticked off as to keep rotten tomatoes in your house for over a month, I'll stand still and let you throw them.
Here's to another six months, and the few and faithful readers! [clinks imaginary glass full of sparkling cider with other imaginary glasses of imaginary well-wishers]