Today is my birthday! and I am tickled that I am a multiple of 11 again. I don’t know why, but this seems special to me. Every time I mention it to Jason, he looks at me funny, like this could not possibly be a reason to like an age. But I keep saying “Dude! 33! Three! Three!” I love the rhythm of it. It’s way better, after all, than being a boring 32.