Yesterday I turned 47 — um, I mean I had my ninth annual 39th birthday. It came on a weekend this year, so I pretty much started celebrating Friday night and didn’t stop until Sunday night. Celebrating doesn’t mean what it used to, of course. Once upon a time it meant staying out all night drinking with friends. These days, it’s pizza for dinner and a shot of whiskey.
Anyway, my lovely wife gave me these two books as gifts:
I wonder if she’s trying to tell me something?
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