Time

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16 years ago today, I penned my very first blog post. If I counted correctly, this will be my 926th post. 

925 posts behind me and 5844 days between that first March 17th and today. In those first early years, I was very prolific. After that, I seem to have hit a rhythm of 40-50 posts a year, except when I fell totally off the wagon and only posted 8 in 2021. (8? Eight? I still can't figure out 2021.)

A lot has happened in those 16 years: changes in employment, changes in family (Ramona! Lyrick! Orlando!), changes in health. Over these years. there have been losses along the way, most poignantly Aunt Ginger and dear Doug. 

Many other things have stayed the same. I am grateful beyond grateful that Warren and I still continue to share our lives and our home and our dreams. I continue to be very, very rich in friends.  I continue to give my heart to this community. 

If you had asked me back in 2009 when I first started writing if I thought I would even be alive in 2025, given my incurable myeloma, I would have been blunt: "No." (That answer would have based on what my body was doing, not what the statistics were. My longtime oncologist here, Tim, told me the very first time to ignore the statistics on life expectancy with myeloma and I always have.) 

But here I am after all. And here's to another year. Thanks for being with me for another trip around the sun!