Six-hundred sixty-six days of blogging, all pretty much in a row. Check it here. This is post #666.
For the past, I don’t know, month or so, I’ve been trying to come up with something witty or creative or interesting for this post. But then I read a sentence, published the year I was born, which pretty well sums up the spirit of Marshallogue:
“It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order.” -Ann Beattie
So thank you.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for paying attention.
Thank you for listening to what I share.
