On the last day of 2013, a look back. Do you remember that I told you it was not a "prime year," giving its factors as 1, 3, 11, 33, 61, 183, 671, and 2013? Okay, so now it ends. Not prime, perhaps, but not a bad year, either. Oh, yes, there have been disasters, wars, turmoil, and grief. Yet I write in terms of my personal survival of another transit of Old Sol by our puny planet.
As for the blog, it seems I have posted 298 times this year, far short of the one-time near-daily posting I once did. And yet sufficient unto the cause, I find, is a number falling below the one-to-one correspondence level I once sought to achieve. And I do not feel the least bit guilty about missing some days. In point of fact, I find that taking time off now and then enhances the effort. I think so anyway.
On a personal note, we are doing quite well in spite of the aging process which does take its toll, yet no more severely than we are able to cope with, praise be to God. I will begin my ninth decade of life in a few months, should I live that long, and BBBH is only two or three laps behind me. We are still able to care for ourselves, sweep the floor occasionally and dust once in a while. You, of course, are welcome anytime you wish to drop by for a visit, but no white gloves, please.
As December closes out and January begins, we wish you well, and we wish you much happiness during the New Year.