Blogday Octopus

Thank goodness my office octopus was watching the calendar, or else I would have missed my second blogday entirely.

It's been quite a couple of years. I've stayed up late writing about missing snow and synesthesia; I've gotten up early to search for images of drunken flies, problem-solving crows, and mustached monkeys. I yawned roughly nine thousand times while working on a story about yawning triggers, and ruined two meals working on a piece about placenta eating. I may have covered every breaking news story in the field of poop.

And every day I've been surprised and happy to see you--yes, you--reading, sharing, commenting, liking, tweeting, Stumbling and Digging (the last two are especially appropriate, given my propensity for poop stories). Thank you.

If you want to celebrate with Octopus and me, why not comment on a post sometime? We'd love to hear your voice. Or send a story to a friend! The more the merrier, as I'm pretty sure they say under the ocean. Unless you're a top predator species or something that lives alone under a rock.