Forty-two

That number (at least according to Douglas Adams) is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. I turned 42 today, so I’m hoping for an epiphany. That failing, I’ll settle for a few small revelations about who I am, what my purpose is, and where I can find jeans that actually fit for a reasonable price.

How is it possible that I’m 42? I don’t feel a bit older than, say, 35. Other than in my knees. Those feel older than I am.

I’m sure I’ll have something pithy to say about aging later. Right now I’m full of cocktails and pizza and I’m going to bed.

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