Tomorrow is my final day of being 38 years old. After tomorrow, I'll never be 38 again. Ever. I realized that fact tonight as I was thinking about things. And what I figured out is this: while I'll never be 38 again after tomorrow, I'm not even promised 39. If I'm lucky, I'll have 365... Continue Reading →
Magical snow
So it snowed today. Beautiful fat, fluffy flakes. The snow came down quick and fast, coating the ground in a matter of minutes. I was at an interview for work -- I walked over since the interview was only a block away. When I came out, it was nearly a blizzard out. It was breathtaking.... Continue Reading →
The Wandering Pigeon 