It doesn’t always work the way one wants it to work, does it?

This could come off as negative, but it isn’t negative at all. It’s all really quite positive. It’s just one of those things that may have started a couple weeks ago as a trite Thanksgiving gratitude list, if Thanksgiving gratitude lists might be considered trite.

They might be.

It’s more the seeds of something. Something probably should be said, grinding down to the ten year mark. It’s no small miracle that it’s coming upon ten years. Or it’s not a miracle at all. There are two ways of looking at it and were I endowed with formatting talents I could present this in two columns. The first column would be titled “It’s a Fucking Miracle,” and the second would be called, “It’s a Fucking Shit-Ton of Work.” They are equally true. It’s been an awful lot of work but it’s still a miracle I’ve gotten this far.

That said, my mind is largely blank this morning. Picture a mixing bowl that was once brimming with cake batter but it’s been poured into a pan and then a cadre of greedy cub scouts have cleaned out the remainder. There are traces that something good was in there, but now it’s in the sink awaiting a good scrub.

Ten years is a long time.

The official anniversary is almost two weeks away. Maybe there will be something more to say by then.

I’ll try to put something together.