That’s me blowing out 40. I don’t have much in the name of being profound at this moment, and probably won’t in terms of what 40 can mean, but it’s already a few days later, and the main thing I’m astounded by is how many well wishers I had on Facebook. So much more virtual Happy Birthdays, than in real life. I think that’s what it’s become now days. Yet, 40 should be better than 30 which was better than 20. 39 was better than 38 and so forth. I’m glad I see it this way. It would suck to feel that high school were my best days, when it fact, it wasn’t.