Close...But No Cigar. This is the Wrong Way to Spell Bryan, Although I Appreciate the Great Wishes on March 7th. Our Official Day is April 23

I am not sure who is spreading the celebrations of Brians around the world (moron in Danish slang), but I'm here to say that yesterday was not National Bryan Day...that is April 23rd. I appreciate the great wishes and thoughts in March, but I never knew there was an official day to celebrate integrity and nobility, although honorably, that is what Brian/Bryan has always meant. 

We Y/why guys are not until April, which I would not have known if I didn't look it up wondering why so many were reaching out to celebrate my name on March 7th. I'll take the acknowledgement, but I'm good until next month.

Brine! What Kentucky kids called. No, I'm not brackish water, either. 

I like my Y-happy parents, Karyn, Cynde, and Bryan with the response of Y? Well, because they loved us. I like my Y and will fight for it until I die. Bree-an. Brigh-on, Brine! 

Paul and his partner, neighbors, were in town working on Krystyna's house, my neighbor who passed, and they insisted on taking me out to dinner last night for taking care of the beautiful woman. I accepted because it was National Brian Day, but told them we can celebrate Bryan a few weeks early. 

We discussed politics of Poland, the worries of Putin in Europe, Ukraine, and lived experiences from their childhood. The door is opening once again, because humans are humans. 

I got a nice night off at the end of the work week and now I'm heading to a day of grading so I can take a break in CNY with a clear mind. 

Bryan means giving, and I'm giving my day to catch up, get ahead, and put things to the side so I can take advantage of a Spring Break