Ah, yes. It’s good to have things back to normal here. Back to the days where I sit at the computer, staring at the screen, wanting to write something, and have nothing come. That’s… that’s just special.
But this post isn’t about me. Sadly.
It’s about my Dad. My third constant reader. Today is his birthday. He turns 62. For better than half of that time he’s had to put up with me in one fashion or another. It didn’t help that he had to put up with my brothers, too. Both of which have been entirely more active than I.
The man’s a saint. A saint I tell you.
I could very easily divvy up what’s good about me and my personality and attribute a fair share of it to his influence. (Another fair share can be traced to my mom, but she’ll get her post when the time is right…) He’s also responsible for my love of puns, but don’t hold that against him.
Happy Birthday Dad!