Ten Thousand

I was born ten thousand days ago. I know, it's both weird and awesome. When I discovered that I could calculate such data [and turned nine-thousand days old] I was living in Portland, attempting to discover the meaning of one's mid-twenties. Turning ten-thousand days old I find myself in Ames, attempting to discover the meaning of one's late-twenties. I don't think that there's much difference, other than a thousand days or so. I'm beginning to get the feeling that by the time I hit eleven-thousand days life will make a lot more sense. I look forward to those days, and yet I'm enjoying these days as well. Which is good considering the winter that we're about to go through - I'll need a positive disposition for several months of this frigidity. For celebration's sake I'll give you a sneak peek at my beard. you have my love.