I creaked and snapped my way out of bed this morning to find myself yet another year older. Not that I ever bounded out of bed or anything, but the significance of the day made me notice the strain in the joints a little more than normal.
You're as young as you feel, right? By that standard I'm still in my late 20's, largely because I was just as out of shape and irresponsible then as I am now. Hell, if Cheeky keeps demanding I launch her into the air like a rocket I may end up in better shape than I was then.
We're keepin' it pretty low-key, I think, since I don't like making a big fuss about birthdays (he says, as he posts this information on the internet for public consumption). There's nothing I want that isn't expensive, impractical, or an unnecessary exercise in personal vanity. And until Congress gets off its ass and declares my birthday a national holiday (call your congressman!) I'd prefer to celebrate by kicking back and enjoying the day in peace rather than being serenaded by Benihana waiters with "Happy Birthday" in Japanese. Yo, tanjoubi omedetou!
They say that growing old is like climbing a mountain; you get more tired and short of breath, but your view of the world improves. Here's to another year of spectacular views.