On April 2nd I felt it slide into place. The first cog turned. The big wheel wound around and the little metal thing with the teeth took its rightful place next to the number one.
So here it is, four days late: a great big, hale and hearty, hip-hop-Happy Birthday to me!
I apologize for being late, but it wasn’t my fault. Frankly, I couldn’t find anyone to take dictation for me, and I’m just not a good typist myself – especially on the iWhotsit. It annoyed me, but as punishment I made them give me treats. All day long.
Then after the treats I took a nap.
I’m not a puppy anymore.