It is Monday, October first. Where I am, it was a wet and gray day. I have walked the family dog twice, once in the rain and once in the drizzle. I have eaten small, simply prepared meals featuring chicken meat as protein, a few pieces of fruit, and drunk plain water and black coffee. I have read quietly, tickled the family piano, and blown on both my trumpet and my cornet. Been losing my chops on the horn and getting them back for ten years now, after diligently playing in school bands for eight.
Seventeen years ago today, also a Monday, the first Achewood strip posted. The fateful year of our lord two thousand and one, when I was on the cusp of adolescence.
I didn't do a thing.
--JL
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