The calendar is arbitrary.
In two weeks time this would have seemed more portentous, or synchronous, or serendipitous. But it is now so I can wonder, rapt and unconfounded. I have been distracted from my comfortable rut and now I can't seem to find where I put it. I know I came in here out of habit, but I can't remember what it was.
This is a fundamentally good thing and I shall expound poetically and not explain myself. I excuse my apparent hypocricy because this thing is a good thing and all I wish to do is share the joy. Here, have some joy.For example.
Despite my fey blood I am switching to Blogger beta while I write this. I bought Ars Magica
(Fifth Edition) to satisfy myriad whims. I will stop now because I am unsatisfied with what I was writing when the pasta finished baking. Happy birthday, Shy.