As in zero-hour. As in here we are, the very last letter of the alphabet. As in zipped through April and the A to Z Challenge.
Granted, for me about half of April was a blur between two viciously-long persistent migraines. But it almost feels like a cut-scene in a movie, where I sat down to write A and now I’m on Z.
Time is weird.
But you probably already knew that.
Zero is such an odd word. It can mean nothing; it can mean a close examination with the mere use of a preposition (zero in); it can mean the end of something; it can mean a fresh start.
It can mean the number of blog visits I managed yesterday despite my best intentions. Still sorry, all.
Tomorrow’s really the day for a wrap up, so I’ll leave a little in the word reserve, but thank you everyone for visiting this month, even though I wasn’t at my most social. With a clearer head, hopefully will come a longer hop around the interwebs.
Zero days of April left, and only spring ahead. Thanks for sharing April with me, my non-hypothetical readers.
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