Seven years. Next year, it'll be twice as much time away from school than in it. Should I take the hint and stop this jabbering? I guess we'll see.

An interesting thought - it turned out that if you had attended my wedding, you had nearly a 10% chance of having a child within the following year. Now to be clear, if you were male, the likelihood dropped dramatically. So, really, if we assume about a fifty-fifty breakdown of wedding guests male to female, then the forty-or-so women in attendance had a 1 in 5 chance of a new baby. That's pretty wild.

When Monika and I realized this, the other day, I said it gave me great comfort hearing of all these new children being born, because I felt like my Social Security is more guaranteed with each little life anew. If we run into population shortages in the near future, maybe Monika and I should just have another wedding. I'm sure that's a logical solution.

Well, I can't decide if I should stop now or just keep going (because who really even knows this is here anymore).

I'll stop. Next year will be here soon enough. More distance and time and more complete unknowns. What is a person to do? Worry less about Social Security, probably.