OK. 100 posts in 24 hours. No sweat.
We're not off to the smoothest start in human history here at 12:02 a.m.; the regular blog software I'm going to be using has crashed to pieces, leaving me scrambling for a backup blog site (this) that will change over when the other one is fixed.
Yes!
I am fresh off a luxurious three-hour nap, one of those where you close your eyes and open them what feels like a split second later having slept. I'm a great napper. One night at work I got so tired that I slipped away from my desk, drove to a parking lot in Fairhaven I knew to be safe but deserted and passed out. I woke up 45 minutes later, started the car and drove back, and no one would have been the wiser if I hadn't thought the whole experience was so novel that I had to tell everyone.
This is part of my problem in life. I always want to tell everyone everything, hence this blogging nonsense.

So, you tell
me something.
The first person to comment will get a copy of "Decider" by Dick Francis, signed personally by me. If you've never treated yourself to one of his plucky British mysteries set in the world of horse racing, than hurry with a post of no less than 100 words and you will be immersed in his wonderous equine world.
And having my signature on it ups the value from 12 to 13 cents.
I have seriously read like 50 of these books. I love horse mysteries. In fact, if I were a tattoo guy I'd consider the cover of "Decider," or maybe the character from the Iron Maiden album covers.
Anyhoo ... leave me some love.
99 posts of blather on the wall, 99 posts of blather ... you take one down, you read it around ...