Forty.

Just so GitM is keeping up with all the various social media platforms on the sidebar, as of two days ago I’m now in my forties. (That’s champagne gummies atop an Irish car bomb cake and a bottle of twelve-year-old Jamesons, courtesy of Amy.)

Feels much the same on this end (so far), but then again I rolled the clock over in my head somewhere around 37, and dissertation-writing happens in dog years anyway. Onward and upward.

2 thoughts on “Forty.”

  1. Happy birthday! Many happy returns of the day. 🙂

    And I’m bookmarking that cake recipe for myself. I’m laughing at the fact though that the author renamed it because people objected to “Irish Car Bomb,” yet somehow thought “Drunken Irish Cake” was less offensive. HA. 🙂

  2. Happy Birthday, Kevin! Forty is not too bad, really. I’m looking at 60 with a little trepidation, but it is probably more or less the same thing… Oh, and Happy New Year’s! 🙂

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