Much ado about nothing

I have been posting to this blog for nearly 18 years now. I have published so many posts and discarded so many potential posts that it is difficult to remember what I have actually told you versus what I may have intended to tell you but thought better of and discarded before it ever saw the light of day. Adding up all of the yearly totals in the archive list over there in the sidebar produces the number 2,286 posts, which, if you do the math (British, matchs) reveals that my average annual production of blogposts has been 127 posts. Some years are higher than others, of course, and some are lower. In fact, dear reader, that is the very definition of average.

For a while I included Feedjit in the sidebar and enjoyed keping count of the number of countries from which readers came and seeing the little flags Feedjit displayed. If memory serves (and it obviously doesn't), the country count was either ninety-something or one hundred thirty-something. After a while the little game I had invented lost its attraction and I deleted Feedjit from the sidebar.

For a long time I didn't include labels in my posts, then for another very long time I did, then for a third very long time I didn't again, and now I do when I remember to.

Please don't tell me I shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition. Someone once criticized Winston CHurchill for doing so and he replied that that was the sort of criticism up with which he would not put. I think that people who never end sentences with prepositions (a) don't know what language is all ABOUT, and (b) don't know what prepositions are FOR.

You may try to diagram the sentences in the preceding paragraph if you care to, but no extra credit will be given.

Why am I telling you all this?

I don't know, but a shrink (British, psychologist) could probably give you reasons. I could even recommend one, my first cousin, Dr. Philip F. Caracena, but since he died in 2016 at the age of 81 he probably isn't taking new patients at this time.

I am in rare form this afternoon.

I think the reason is that I am composing this post on my desktop computer's keyboard rather than on my smartphone, and my fingers can almost keep up with my mind on a full keyboard. They lag disappointingly behind my mind when I'm using my smartphone keyboard. Ergo, I am somewhat giddy at being able to keep up with my thought processes (I am a fast typist) and am capturing all the flotsam and jetsam along with the pithy stuff.

If you have encountered any pithy stuff so far, please let me know where it is.

I will now close and post this, my 2,287th post because Mrs. RWP (the lovely Ellie) and I have to get ready to go to our friend's house later today for homemade pizza and root beer floats. The basic food groups are so important, n'est-ce pas?

Truth in posting: No alcohol was consumed during the creation of this post. I'm just happy to be alive.