I've been noticing a lot of anniversaries floating around these days. The worst year of my life was ten long years ago, a fading memory. It's been 25 years since I graduated high school, a now-meaningless waypoint. It's been very nearly twenty since I started working. I'm sometimes amazed at the career I've led and where it's taken me and at what cost. As Tom Waits likes to growl, "There will always be cheddar in the mouse trap, baby."
P.S. I've just passed the 2,900 mark in my journal. Still pulling in a steady drip feed of 6,500 UU's a month. I may be toiling in obscurity, but at least I'm not loafing in obscurity.