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Happy Birthday, ziactrice.

Hope it's the first lovely day of a wonderful year. :)

In other news, Happy SysAdmin Day. ;) I must remember to hunt up my favourite sysadmin and make him blush terribly before the day is over. ;)

motivation creeping back? ... perhaps.

So much, after all, that I want to tell you. So much I want you to see, the way I see it. To taste, and touch, and feel. To put your finger to, and know that it is, and that it is good.

So much... and most of it is just you. Did you know that? I don't tell you enough. I don't take enough breaks like this one, the ones where I'm absorbing everything but I can't get the words past my mind, I can't sully anything or leave ripples with my thought-stones in the river of your posts. Enough just to watch you laugh, and love, and reach out to each other. Enough to get to know you a little more.

I've got nothing to say today that you don't already know, on some level. I've got nothing to give that you don't already have, nothing to describe that you've never felt or seen or tasted. And still I want to open up my skin and hand it over; the feeling I've had and still have is one I want you to have, all of you. So... here's your assignment, the favour I'm asking of you today. I want ten minutes of your time -- okay, maybe twenty. Go do the one thing that will bring you the most joy today. Drag someone you love with you if you like. Hell, take a pleasant stranger if you want. ;) But go do it. And then tell me about it if you want to. I'm going to post later; in the meantime, I'm off to make it a day worth posting about.