Today is my 42nd birthday. For some, like me, that means this:
I love The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and want to re-read the whole series. How can you not like a book that contains a line like this?
“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.”
“So this is it,” said Arthur, “We are going to die.”
“Yes,” said Ford, “except… no! Wait a minute!” He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur’s line of vision. “What’s this switch?” he cried.
“What? Where?” cried Arthur, twisting round.
“No, I was only fooling,” said Ford, “we are going to die after all.”
I used to be a self-pitying, cranky-ass drunk on my birthday (so, really, no different from any other day). I’m at the end of the semester, so I have a lot of grading to do, but I also managed to go to the gym, take my dog for a morning and afternoon walk, work on a song, and nap for an hour-and-a-half. Hopefully, I can write some poetry later.
Tonight, I’ll have a normal dinner with my family, and we’ll go out to eat Saturday. Not too shabby for entering into my 42nd year on the planet.
Happy, sober Thursday to all.