I stole these pictures from Amie's album in Facebook. There are a few more, but I thought I'd just throw several of them together. It was quite an ordeal for all of us. (I shared my own thoughts on my other blog, Scribito Ergo Sum)
Maybe it's age, maybe it's stress, but this year has been disappointing for a couple of reasons: first, I never seem to write any posts on this blog. That's a shame, but it's not a particularly devastating problem. The tragedy is that I've been forgetting birthdays. Even when I do remember, it's too late to get a message to anyone in time. So I'm writing this by way of apology to everyone I've missed. Last year (and in years past) I had the advantage of software that tracked important dates for me. I never missed an important occasion. But then my PC crashed, and with it, my special never-forget-a-birthday program. Month after month, I remember that I've forgotten - something, but I can't recall what it is. I need a vacation, a simpler life, or another date-tracking program. Until then, I'm at the mercy of my own aging brain. So I guess I should just admit that I need a little, no - a lot of help staying ahead of these things. Either that, or I'll keep writing posts like this one. Not because I like doing it, but because I'll forget that I already wrote about forgetting.