Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Four years ago today, I quit the blog I’d written and published since May, 2004.I’d taken breaks every now and then, but always returned to it with something else to say.

But at the end of 2019, that wasn’t the case. We’d endured four years of Trump; an ominous virus was on the rise; the economy was tottering. And I was exhausted. I’d commented on the humorous and the horrific, the mundane and the mighty, the trivial and the transcendent. And every blog began to sound like the previous one.

Now it seems to me – four years later – there are new things to observe: the decline of political politeness, the advances in artificial intelligence, the changing world stage. So I’m venturing into blog-dom again.

Sports has a penchant for streaks: there’s Joe DiMaggio’s 56-game hitting streak in 1941; Cal Ripken’s 2,632 consecutive game appearances; and Rocky Marciano’s 49-bout wins over nine years. He retired undefeated.

I’m not sure what my current blog streak will be. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.