Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 50 years old. I was born at 7:05 AM in Flint, Michigan. I remember this in case I ever want to have my chart read.

It’s depressing when people bang on about aging and their aches and pains and the horror of finding wrinkles, and jowls suddenly appearing so I won’t do that here. Just now.

I had a lovely celebration today with my work colleagues who bought me a present and a cake. I will take the day off tomorrow and treat myself to a massage and manicure. Later I’ll have dinner with Andy and a group of friends.

And thusly I’ll celebrate 50 years here on this earth which is really such a short time when one stops and thinks about it.