Holes in the space-time continuum

A friend (real before virtual, and who shall remain nameless until I'm granted permission to link, in this instance) and I agreed this weekend that there are times when one plays with the time line of one's life in the interests of better blogging. Whether there are days we know we'll travel, or days when nothing particularly blog-worthy takes place (the horror, the horror!), it happens.

My sense is that we all know we do it, and that we're all OK with it, I just want you to know.

(And not that I've been fighting to let you go.)