Birthday

The calendar tells me it’s my birthday. Truth be told, I’d noticed it was coming, having read the calendar a few days ago, and still retaining enough of my wits to count. Truth be told, I’m probably closer to my death date than the date of my birth, though I’m from long-lived stock and new medical science keep suggesting that I may have more years ahead of me than expected. So which way the bubble tips is in question, though it’s a question I don’t spend a lot of time contemplating.

I plan to spend the day with my wife, doing things I want. So far, however, things aren’t exactly working out as the ringing of the telephone dashed any hopes for sleeping in. One cup of coffee and a lox bagel later, I’m headed toward full consciousness. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes.