To quite little fanfare, another year has gone – though this one slightly more stinging than usual. As the clock struck 12, I enjoyed a bit of our best tequila in a snifter and reflected on the 30-something years.
I managed to avoid anyone noticing my birthday at work, and with that avoided the collection of black cliche’ cubicle decorations that keep getting passed around. Spending this milestone overseas didn’t happen as maybe I was hoping, but there will be other summers.
So, don’t go carting me away. “I feel happy!”
