…I’ve got about twenty-four minutes to go, actually. According to my birth certificate I was born at 11:06AM, forty years ago today. Or almost forty years ago. About twenty-three minutes short.
Had a lovely birthday party with my family last night. I was born on my sister Margaret’s sixth birthday, and to this day Mom still insists on making two cakes so we won’t feel slighted by having to share.
Life’s good. If I felt like these days weren’t rich and full, I might mourn the time passing, but it’s hard to imagine them being much richer. Thanks for being a part of that.
Just twenty minutes left in my thirties. I think I’ll spend them eating breakfast on the back deck.