Looking at my Calendar, it looks like there about 45 days until I retire from blogging. I'm kind of looking forward to it actually. Sounds odd. I have various reasons for sticking to this self-imposed plan, but most of all it's about running dry on interesting topics to blabber about. I admire guys like Scott Hanselman, who can chug along blogging for over a decade. God bless him. I don't have that much to say, at least not that much interesting stuff.
I suppose if any of this tied into my personal income in some way I'd have a bonafide reason to push myself harder and squeeze a few more drops of precious kool-aid mojo from my raisin-sized brain, but alas, that is yet another fine quality I do not possess. I'm sure I'll find something to occupy my time and to which I will impart my usual verbal slaughtering. I'll keep you posted if anything comes up.
The picture below is of the chairs on the beach that I will never be able to afford to enjoy, but I can gaze at them and imagine being there. Not so bad. I'm sure a lot of people stuck in a hospital bed would gladly trade places with me.