62 weeks. Not a milestone or anything.
For a whole year every Thursday meant something. I would even get up and make breakfasts on Thursdays for a large chunk of the first year. Now Thursdays have gone back to being just another day of the week. Odd because for the most part I felt guilty about celebrating something that should never have happened in the first place. Yet...
It's been really blah around here this morning...so I wanted to notice this Thursday.