How big a deal do you have to become to have them make the whole calendar start with your birth/death? Everyday subconsciously confirms that you accept the BC/AD He knows when you are good or bad . . . . seriously? Omnipresence is overrated. You know when you're good so be the way you like regardless of the after death options.

On the ninth day the keyboard came back to life. Straddling the fine line requires Olga Korbut-like moves, so I've got a little. Comprehension is the Epson salts of befuddlement especially someone else's.

On the eleventh day the chyron still reads Less expectations = less disappointment. The reality of now trumps the hilarity of when it used to be fun. Faded glory, but keeps on ticking. Two weeks from another number A.D. Open to new inspiration but grappling for the words. Like the girl who didn't cry when she heard her guy had leprosy, no shoulder to cry on. Actually no tears around here, just getting around the anticipated holiday jizzwah.