I'm 42 today. Looking at the raw number, this seems unacceptably geriatric. But I could also say that I'm entering my seventh seven: am I due for a run of luck? Looking at my life today, I can say I have been lucky in a lot of ways. At least, any shortfalls can't be blamed on the chances I've had.
I'll serenade myself this morning with Concrete Blonde's "Happy Birthday." It captured the vibe of birthdays (actually, of many days) in the years just after its release, 87 or 88, I think, and it hits the mark pretty well today, too.
The heavens are delivering the gift of winter--snow at night, highs in the 30s and 40s. After the warm fall, it feels good.
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