I exchanged messages with a reader earlier who had become worried about me when I didn’t update my blog. Possibly one of the nicest messages I’ve gotten since I started this whole thing so long ago.

I am horrible at that sometimes, just like I am at other things simply because I literally have no sense of passing time when I’m working. I will be willing to swear that I posted something a week ago, only to look and see that it was actually LAST MONTH.

And then I have to admit all over again that I had no idea how long it had been.

It’s not that I don’t try, because I do. But I swear I’d forget to eat if I didn’t have a wife who will eventually come and ask ‘have you eaten today?’.

At which point I will actually have to stop and think about it because I can’t remember. “Did I have that bowl of cereal this morning? Or was that yesterday morning?”