900 blips

It is only fitting that LM and his two best buds mark this monumental occasion. :-)

Had a lovely walk with Veronika around the man-made lake near the Sanderson center. The sun shone, the wind blew, and the children rolled down the hill. Miraculously, nobody ended up in water.

Here is Sting. Because 900 blips feels like a lot. Because Sting has been with me through some really shitty stuff in the past 900 posts. Because even on the most shitty blipday I still had it easier that a few crystal-hard, crystal-clear blipers whose journals I follow.