I made it. It’s 12:00 midnight in my part of the world and I have not turned into a pumpkin. Today I make history – it is the first official time that I will turn 30. I plan on turning 30 every year for the next ten years, so the first one seems significant. I guess when it’s all said and done I’m thrilled to have made it this far. I know stuff now that I didn’t know, I have hair in places that I shouldn’t have. It’s all good. Specks of gray are sprinkled here and there in my mostly-there hair. (That last Dr. Seuss sentence is the direct result of being a father for almost six years, though I’m not sure it’s iambic pentameter.) I look forward to 2109, my 130th birthday. Cheers to me, dammit, and the woman who birthed me!