Wednesday, May 31, 2017


Holy shit, my marriage is twenty, the big two-oh, one-score, a baker's dozen plus another seven, two decades, a quinto-century, five U.S. presidential terms,four Kazakhstani presidential terms unless you are Nursultan Nazarbeyev and the parliament will muck around with the terms to call early elections to keep you in office. But mostly I just can't believe that twenty years has flown by that fast (even though my wedding day seems like decades ago. Because it was. Two, to be exact).

(Days of Yore: 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7...)