“2021” looks and sounds completely fictitious if taken as a year AD. I think it’s actually a model number for an old analog synthesiser.
Today is my 15th blogiversary! I began blogging when Dubya was US president and Göran Persson Sweden’s Prime Minister. If my blog was a Swedish person, today it would reach the age of:
- Legal responsibility
- Sexual consent
- Tractor driving
- Moped driving
- Giving small children a ride on its bicycle
- Watching all movies
- Renting movies (as if)
- Buying energy drinks
Lurkers, say FORDOMDAGS!
Or I will rend thee with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!
Winter plays its wild games no more among our mountains
The drift blossom melting, dying
The sky is one big smile in the bright evenings of spring
Sun kissing life into woods and lakes
Summer’s coming soon in scarlet waves
Gilded, shifting to azure lie the meadows in the flames of the day
And well-springs dance in the grove
I know roughly how all the regular commenters are doing. But how are you quiet readers, the Lurkers, doing? Would you please de-lurk for a moment and tell us what your quarantine lives are like?