On this day in 1899, my grandmother Mabel was born. She was forty-seven years old on the day before I was born. That makes tomorrow my fifty-first birthday.
This is a month with a lotta birthdays. Lacee, Matt, Karens' father, and it seems like several other people too.

More additions to Open Pages. I'm starting to hate it.
The problem is... all of the journals have potential, and occasionally live up to that potential. Most of them don't do that every day, though. BUT (and that's a big but, no offence intended for those with big butts...) I can't allow myself to miss a single day of any of them, lest I miss something spectacular. So far, every journal that I read has had at least one of those stellar days.

And now... I'm going to do something that I never have done. I'm going to tell everyone who my favorite journaler is. This is probably a really stupid thing to do, which is why I have refrained for so long.

His entries are consistently excellent, and he makes me think almost every day. I like that. His writing speaks for itself. So, without further ado, I give you....
Bill Chance of the Daily Epiphany.

Bill, thanx for being here!

If I awarded Nilkies, Bill would get the first one.

In case anyone is wondering, there are 15 other journals vying for second place, and 30 for third. There are also two journals that I never read anymore. One I never have been able to understand, the other one has offensive (to me) content.

OK, enough about journals. Let's talk about me.

I got up early this AM (as stated earlier) and walked out to get the paper. And I saw the comet. Yes, we finally had a clear morning. And I had forgotten about it completely. It was a faint smudge in the ENE, and it was perfectly framed by the maple tree branches when I spotted it. I do not recall the name of the comet or even which way it is going right now, but I was impressed. Impressed enough to go get the binoculars and stand on the front deck in nothing but my robe in 20 degree F weather and watch it for about five minutes. There was a slight northerly breeze that finally drove me in.

I'm going to get some painting done today, then get some sleep before going to work at the hospital. This will be my first Wednesday night not working at Medassist before going to Saints. I'm kinda sad about that. I do need to drop by and pick up my paycheck, though.

Since this will probably be a two-parter, I think that I'll stop for now.... 10:43: I just spent the last two hours archiving the January entries. Some way or another, I deleted the HTML tag at the top of the page. And I found out that internal references don't work if that happens. It took me about an hour of trouble-shooting to get that figgered out. Now I gotta go delete all of the January files on the server... that always scares me, even though I know that I have a back-up...

15:13: I'm pissed. I decided to go to sleep around 11:00, and I have been trying since then. Wasted four hours so far. I could've got a lot done besides stare at the ceiling. I need to get at least four hours before I go to work at 21:00 or I will be dead meat, and I don't like it when that happens.