Appropos of Dave’s anniversary post, I’ve been trying to remember exactly when things happened in years past and record them somewhere. (In this case, my palm.)

What I’m figuring out is that while I went to great lengths to write down a lot of stuff pertaining to various events and activities, I didn’t DATE any of it — that wonderful feature only came along as a function of The Blogging — a huge benefit of doing this thing is that I actually know exactly when certain things happened in last few years — one of those things you don’t notice until you hit a year when you don’t have it.

How the hell did I ever remember dates before?

It's true. My blog (and my e-mail) are my extended memory of what and when and who. Scary.

I think that is why you married me. To remember dates for you.