I'll turn 43.
I haven't really given this a whole lot of thought. I seem to remember reading in _Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy_ that 43 is the answer to the meaning of life.
I'm not sure I buy into that, but we will see. I'll be at work that day, of course. I've got nothing planned for this year, though I did consider, briefly, a 43 mile bike ride.
Fortunately, arrogance gave way to wisdom and I gave that up as bad business.
I'm neither looking forward to, nor dreading, my birthday this year. Nothing seems to bother me much these days, except life itself.
I need a change.
Indeed.
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