Today I’m mostly pondering the 41st anniversary of the day I started breathing independently. It hasn’t been a particularly interesting birthday thus far, but anything would have been better than last year’s edition, eclipsed as it was by my father’s stroke a few days earlier.
–If you come to my reading on Friday, you may be able to persuade me to part with one of these:
“How?” You may ask. By asking.
Sadly, this represents the limit of today’s pondering. So chat amongst yourselves in comments.