Well, it's March now. A new month. Another day toward a new year. The cycle of life continues as I sit here in our office, almost like a new room the the now royal blue walls. A nice blue, drifting in and out toward purple by the light of day. But still, to the untrained eye, it's blue. I'm sitting in my late-grandfather's leather chair. The chair, a moody red, has seen it's better days and could use some reupholstery work but that is for another time, another day.
The Power of Coincidence
There were a lot of strange coincidences this weekend. For example, the number 11 showed up in some strange ways. First of all we celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary on Friday. Now, my Terps' loss probably puts them out of the tournament for the first time in 11 years. Frazier's last episodes are this year, their 11th season. Do you see what I mean?
Okay, I will finish the rest of this post in the normal hours of the morning. Really need to get to sleep.