Birthday

So my birthday came and went on Sunday.  A great time.  I turned . . . wait a minute . . . I’m now . . .

Forget it.  It’s so complex, I’d need to break out the calculator.  So we’ll speak in generalities:

• I’m older.
• I’m so very-much-not wiser.
• And I have new knowledge — that I cannot function anymore if I stay up all night.  Oh, to be a college student again.  All of that time–wasted.

Well, not ‘wasted’ wasted.  Okay, well, sometimes . . . but it wasn’t like.  Oh, hell. 

It was college.

Despite the chaos all around–I still love my life.

Oh, and I love sleeping.