I’m 34 today. The odd thing is that I thought I already was 34, and that this would be my 35th birthday. How is it that one can forget one’s own age? I guess I’ve been busy. It’s been a chaotic, stressful, ugly year for sure. My divorce has been and is still the most difficult time of my life. It's taken its toll on me, but onward I go, hopefully, marching out of this storm. At any rate, I’m glad that I’m a year younger than I thought I was. I’ll take all the years I can get.