I was born on the 1st of August 1965, so accordingly today is my 40th birthday. I will have a party this weekend, with a number of friends, old and new, and many of my neighbours. Ironically, today is a Swiss national holiday, for independence day, which is always celebrated with fireworks, and a bonfire. In effect, if I were American, it would be like being born on the 4th of July.
In reality, I am in Amsterdam, having taken the red-eye this morning, and I am working today. Could be a lot worse. Already had my fortieth birthday present, which was my six year old son singing "Happy Birthday" to me. Many other material things may or may not appear, but frankly, none could be as valuable as that. (*sniff*)
Still, if I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.
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