It's my second birthday of the blog, moving into the third (!) year of inane silliness and gentle satire.
It's also a day away from the second anniversary of the day I got hit crossing the street by a rogue garbage truck, and walked away to tell the tale.
As I said before: not sure there is a cause and effect there. But I am grateful to God's goodness, always.
Right now, my nasty mystery illness (surely due to my parish skipping St. Blaise observances) has developed into something else miserable and making me feel like I am on the rack when I cough (which is pretty constant), so I am going to the doctor and hoping for serious drugs to celebrate said anniversaries. Party on, folks... save me some cake.