August 1 was my 46th birthday. 46?!? Jeez, if I had known that I would live this long I would have taken better care of myself. Yet, I found myself not really thinking about getting older. Maybe I am just in denial, or maybe I have come to terms with my advancing age.

I remember once asking my dad what it felt like being in his late forties and his answer was that he felt the same as he did when he was in his twenties, except for a few creeping physical things. At the time I thought his response was bullshit, but he was right as usual. I still feel like a twenty-something. And I act like a spoiled teenager most of the time! My only concern right now is that I need to work on losing weight.

I had not planned on doing any major celebrating this year though I did have a few to many last night with the hashers. I basically closed One Double Oh Seven after setting trail from the Crepe Place. Lots of beers and a few to many shots of various booze made me blurry, which made the 7 am wake up very tough.

So when I got up today, I just kinda shrugged and slowly moved about and went about my job tasks. Nothing special which was fine. I did get a “birthday” sandwich from the gang of MMS which was very yummy. Roast beef, pepper jack cheese and horseradish sauce was the right ticket to attack the hangover. The day flew by and when I got home, I was surprised to see my wife home early.

She asked me what I wanted to do, and to her surprise, I said that I wanted to stay home. Now since she is not a cook and there was no way I was cooking on my birthday, we decided to go out for dinner - and she let me pick the place! So I picked Engfer Pizza Works which is about three blocks from my house. Great pizza and salad! And the walk was good for me.

Originally I had planned to go out tonight, but since I had pretty much killed my liver last weekend, I decided it would be better just to go home and put a few hours of work in.

So as father time reached midnight, another birthday was complete and another year begins.