Off By One

I think the conspiracy yesterday was to make me actually feel old, by working me over body and mind, so that today I wake up tired, with a sore back and stiff limbs.

I love you all

Squash is responsible for a sore forearm and back, biking for sore legs, and disc golf for a sore shoulder. My mind is awash with details I never knew about good friends and family, which is great — I’m going to get Char to forward me the emails that she assembled into the fantastic party game that we played, and I intend to read over them all.

Thank you all so very much, those of you who were able to come out last night. I had a great time, and it was arguably the best birthday e-var!1!!bang

I think it’s time that I resurrect this feature of the site. I’m not spending enough time writing nice things about nice people, and that’s a shame. So, without further ado…

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Happy anniversary, Char.

It’s been five years, now, arguably the best five of my life.  We’ve had our ups and downs, to be sure, but the ups so far outnumber and outscale the downs that it’s difficult to pinpoint anything in particular in the latter  set.

I wish you could be here, but even more, I wish I could be there.

Anyway, to whom it may concern, this woman is my woman, with whom I am deeply and passionately in love.  Five years is only a start.

Uhm… I don’t know how to put this without sounding like a total sap, but…

Char is probably the bestest, most wonderful person in the whole world, bar none.

Just…

Yeah.

Moving right along…

This is where it gets a bit more complicated. Most of the people I’m going to be writing about in this vein now are people who read the blog with varying degrees of frequency. I’m not really sure how I feel about talking about them in such a public forum, and more to the point, I’m not sure how comfortable they are with it.

That being said, nobody I really hate is gonna end up in this section of the site

Anyway, here’s one for Aaron

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This is the first of (hopefully) many postings in a new vein here. I’m not going to promise anything special, but the people I’ll write about under this heading are my friends. This will be why I care, who they are to me, and all that jazz. Since it’s not of interest to everyone, I’ll keep the bulk of the text off of the front page, but here’s the first one: Beau. Read more…