I used to feature Numbers as a post all the time, but I've fallen off in the last maybe two years.
This is post number 3,041. That's a lot of drivel; thanks for sticking around.
According to an app on my phone, I am currently 28 weeks and five days pregnant. That would be 201 days pregnant and in my third trimester. In common parlance, I'm in my seventh month and the home stretch.
Buddy is 3 months away from turning five! I feel like a five year old is a big girl. She'll start kindergarten soon.
I am still 37 but many of my pals are now 38, which means I will be soon, too.
I am having my whole family over for Easter Feaster so that means we'll have eight adults and four kids over.
I have had eight meetings so far this week. I have one more to go today and one tomorrow.
I'm thinking I may need to rethink my route to work. I'm not sure.
In order to avoid the 110, and I'll do a lot to avoid the 110, I drive the streets to get to DTLA from the 105. (HA! My usage of freeways is to amuse the east coasters who are reading. But it really is also how we talk here.)
Anyways, so you know about the homeless encampment I talked about last Friday, steps away from the billion dollar institution in which I work.
Then the day before yesterday I saw a young, latino man get pulled over and put into handcuffs. He was probably stoned. Whatever. It stunk.
Then this morning I saw a man toss around his lady friend while lots of people looked on at the bus stop.