Today I turn 54 years old. I’m relatively pleased that the numbers keep going up, because that means I’m still moving forward. On the other hand, there’s not much chance of 54 being the new 30, and I think I’ve still got a ways to go before I qualify for senior discounts, and I’m really far behind on my writing so when I get up I’m gonna take a moment to appreciate my one balloon (pictured), brew a pot of coffee, and get to work.