Today’s the sixth day of Christmas. Tradition demands that I give my wife six swans a-swimming. As interesting as the cats would find those, however, I think I’m going to pass. First of all, we have no place in our house or nearby for the swans to swim (California being in a drought, after all). Second, swans are messy. I don’t want to clean up after them.
Anyway, first thing’s first. There’s a First Friday Write-in, the first of the new year, at my house at 7:00 p.m. on Friday, January 3, 2014. Hope to see you there.
In other news, tomorrow is my birthday. I turn 46 years old. I am surprisingly okay with that. As my friend Cheryl put it on Facebook, “Better to be smelling the daisies than looking at the roots, am I right?” Indeed she is.