Forty-one. Yep. As of yesterday. I suppose I'm of an age when I'm supposed to be bothered by my age. But I'm alright with it. Forty was a milestone. Forties is, in a smaller way, another. I'm planning on thoroughly enjoying my forty-something-ness.1
1 And I had a mighty fine time hopping through the birthday hoop: a lovely weekend full of family and friends.