Jul 232012
Somebody had better figure out a way to upload my consciousness into a much better-looking robotic body because I ain’t getting any younger. But aside from a little more graying at the temples and an inability to stay awake past one in the morning, I seem to be holding up remarkably well with nary a mid-life crisis in sight. Let’s hope the final year of my thirties continues that trend and delivers a few pleasant surprises as I make the final approach to forty. And I hope you’ll stick around to see what happens next.
I’ll toast to that Mark.
“Mark at 39, getting better every year!”