Ahhh, yes. Birthdays. . . at somepoint we decide to stop counting them, but they still are milestones. Or was that millstones? Gallstones? Umm, just a mite scrambled after the festivities! My wife and brother-in-law tried to contribute to my delinquency with a wonderful old single-malt scotch and a great meal. Just a fine, quiet evening with family and friends.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!