For so many of us today is just another day. Maybe you’re working, some of you are probably out shopping, getting ready for this holiday season thing that we’re all stuck with.
And yet I also know that for at least a few humans out there, today is simply loaded with meaning. This is after all, the day. Kind of a weak post I know, but the person it’s being written for knows exactly who she is, even if she doesn’t read yet.
I was going to post a song here, but all I could find was that Bob Dylan doesn’t want to work on your farm anymore, and The Grateful Dead think you’re a bit ditzy, so that’s right out.
However today in 1977 marked the first space-walk ever, and in 1985 the position of American Poet Laureate was established. Those both struck me as pretty groovy.