Watching the odometer roll over

Today I advanced in the statistical annals from the list of 41-year-olds to the list of 42-year-olds. Huzzah! Cue the streamers and the frolicsome concubines! The occasion was necessarily marred by having to go do my usual data entry shtick, but when I got home my beloved figmentj had made homemade fried chicken and mashed potatoes and amazeballs chocolate cake from scratch, and I talked to a bunch of folk including my darling belgatherial and my sister Karen (who I found out is coming to visit this summer!) and window-shopped on the Amazon gift card from my dad that's burning a hole in my Gmail inbox, and then we watched Juno and snuggled on the couch. A fine way to begin the year!

Nik, on the other hand, got his braces on today. I feel for ya, lad. Chin up, it shan't be forever. (It will merely feel that way.)