Last Saturday

I've had a lot going on recently. So much so that I'm questioning whether or not it's the right time to finally break the blogging streak. I think about this regularly, and tend to blog about it when I'm having a bit of writer's block. But then I remind myself, when you're at a massive streak that extends well over a decade (700+ consecutive weeks), you gotta keep going. I'm not sure I'd have the motivation to build that back up if/when there is a lapse. That kind of streak brings me to what this post is about. Yesterday was the last Saturday I'm spending with my daughter before getting her off to college. Saturdays have been a tradition for longer than my blogging streak, even if we did have to juggle and defer quite a bit during band and dance competition seasons. It's been a silent streak. Not because I'm hiding anything, but because gratuitous gushing (my wife's term for it) about how you did something online isn't the same as actually showing up. What this has led to is a solid…