Holy Shit, I'm Turning 40.

Tomorrow is my 40th birthday...ugh. 40 and alone in the frozen north. I try not to dwell on that particular unresolved portion of my life.

I am alive, fairly well, I have a good job, with good pay, a warm trailer to live in, and two fuzzy kitties to torment. What else could I want? Beer. Tomorrow night, on my birthday, even though it is a Tuesday, I am having a few beers. I hope to get in a few card games with my sister tomorrow night if she isn't working.

I don't think I am going to participate in turning 40 and will remain 39 and holding. My mother always said I was a rebel. If anything, I am following Neil's advice...better to burn out than to rust.