400

400 posts thus far in this blog...and who knows how many pathetic ones in the old blog. It seems like I measure my time in blog posts these days. And what days! Peachy weather, light workload, and long walks home. Sounds like a dream, eh? So why do I feel so exhausted when I get home? Can't you tell from my fragmented tone here?

Milo is licking the spoon to my cereal and giving me the evil eye as I threaten to get rid of it. As soon as I finish up online, I'm going to bury myself back into my latest addition to the Dumas obsession - The Black Tulip. Set in Holland, and written in Dumas' classic hilarious style, how did this one not get the same acclaim as its brothers The Three Musketeers and Count of Monte Cristo? Mankind, you are a mystery.