Yeah, it's that time of year again. On this day in 1953 I came kicking and screaming into this world.
There is no sense arguing about it, it is what it is. If my math is correct, that makes me 63 years old. No rest for the weary, though, I'll work 12 hours today, from 7-7, hen go home, fall into bed, and get ready to do it all over again on Wednesday.
I don't know that I'd change a damned thing.