So, yesterday was the 8th year anniversary of this blog. There were no parades, no rejoicing in the streets, and not even WordPress reminded me of the milestone.
In prior years, I’ve summarized stats like the number of posts (1,841 posts not counting this one) and followers (1,273 followers) and the number of views (127,859 views) and the number of comments (19,838 comments).
The first few years, I’d even do a demographic breakdown of the visitors and country map of their origins (I’m still waiting for someone from Greenland to look at even one of my posts) . . . wait . . . YES!
Now, Svalbard, Cuba, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Papua New Guinea, Botswana, Zambia, DRC, Central African Republic, Chad, Niger, Republic of Congo, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea, Burkina Faso, Liberia, Guinea, Sierra Leone, Guinea-Bissau, The Gambia, Senegal, Mauritania, Western Sahara, Somalia, and Togo are feeling the pressure.
Well, Somalia has enough problems without me putting more pressure on them. I’m willing to give them a pass.
Anyway, none of that this year; I’m kind of busy and I just don’t have the time. What I can do is point you to my Second First Post (the First First Post is just an introduction) as a way of remembering the start of this journey.
What the heck . . . here’s a drawing I did last night as I was lying in bed waiting to get sleepy. Yes, it was done on my Note 8.
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