This year is the year of the tiger, which is my sign in the Asian zodiac. That means, of course, my age is a multiple of 12 — in fact, 36.
This isn’t quite midway for average male life expectancy in the developed world, but on the other hand, for the men in my family, this might well be the average of halfway, or even farther along.
So I guess I should be reflecting on where I’ve been, and where I want to go. Except, well, I did that a lot last year, and I feel like I’m on track, and I have a meeting tonight, with good beer in the plans, and good food, and not much commuting. Sounds like a plan.
Birthday greetings, admonishments, advice, or whatever are welcome. The comments section is there for a reason, folks…