I’m not sure how this happened, but the calendar declares that I’m 40 today. I suppose I’d better get on with creating my Smooth Jazz for Squares playlist on Spotify. And I bet I can find some great deals for Dockers on-line.
I enjoyed my thirties. It was the decade for settling into my skin and realizing that it’s okay to occasionally let my freak flag fly. It was the decade I saw the Eiffel Tower and Brandenburg Gate. It was the decade I made out with a beautiful woman under a velvet sky. Not a bad ten years.
Hmm, there’s a rather striking woman at my door dressed in a rather impractical nurse’s outfit. She claims she’s here for my therapy session. I’m not one to argue. Thanks for all the birthday wishes.