I mentioned that Pete turned 14 a couple of weeks ago, which is of course impossible because he's still 4 in my mind. He's just a really tall 4-year-old.
Even more impossible: I turned 51 the following week, even though I can't imagine I'm older than 27, 28 max.
My Dad turned 85 yesterday, and my niece 25 a couple days before that. Where do the years go?
Perhaps just as inconceivable is the fact that I launched this blog more than 9 years ago (d'oh, forgot my own blogiversary in March!), and here I still am. And, much more importantly, here you still are, tuning in to see what I cooked or read or thought about the world. Some of you leave comments here or on Facebook, some email to check up on me if I've been away too long, some challenge me to games of Words With Friends, some just plain show up, and I appreciate every one of you more than I can say.