Tonight I start my 50th year. When I was a kid, 40 was one thing, but people in their 50s, well, that was old… and now there’s a 5 hovering over my 10’s column: still greyed out, but looming into place…
But 49, what’s the message? Still a twelvemonth, and if you’re not going to do it now, then when are you? To thine own self be true…
The family gave me a card Kyria and Ian had drawn with some hearts and a smiley on it. Then they sang me Happy Birthday. Then I went to work.
