Wow, only three more days of Content Challenge. Where did the time go? Where did the Challengers go? These are philosophical questions best left to the ages.

Having just survived a whirlwind of a day, I am now about to leave for New York. Rob’s birthday is tomorrow, and he wants to celebrate by going to see some sort of show or another. He’s mentioned the name three times but it does not stick in my mind. There are so many shows in the world. I’m going to try to pack lightly; my strategy is to arrive on the train looking like a homeless person and then visit the Banana Republic clearance rack in the store by our apartment to find something nice enough to wear to a night on the town. They always have the best things there; it much triumphs over the Banana Republic clearance rack near my Baltimore house, which is geared toward a colorblind Lollipop Guild.

I am looking forward to the train trip, because that is time of pure relaxation and reading. Right now, I’m working my way though an autobiography by Agatha Christie, which is quite fascinating even though most of it boils down to “back in my day, things were different, and the world now sucks!” This was written, like, fifty years ago, so one can imagine how much more the world sucks today. Her bones must be rolling over in their grave. It must be odd to be old and see that the world you were raised in is now completely extinct. That is something that will not ever happen to me thanks to Photoshop and my ongoing misinterpretation of my birth certificate, but now the rest of you know what you have to look forward to.