Since the actual day falls on a weekday, Joy made me a wonderful chocolate chai cake with butter-rum walnut glaze on Saturday and we had sushi. The title of this post is meant jokingly; I really don’t see the big deal with turning forty. When I was a kid, it sounded so OLD but now that I am here it doesn’t feel much different than twenty or thirty . I am still me — just hopefully a little wiser. If I am excited I still am inclined to run rather than walk, and I still play with bugs. Now that I have health insurance I may even take up climbing trees again (hope Joy is not reading this!) though my joints are a bit creaky at times. I have my share of grey hairs but am convinced each one can be traced back to a specific animal in my life — some of them maybe taking credit for more than a few grey hairs. Like the certain black cat who, after a two month respite, has taken to keeping us up all night again.
Anyway, I have a yummy cake and a some cool stuff including a set of pan-pipes to torment everyone within earshot with, and other than that it’s pretty much any other day.
The forces of chaos that seem to rule our lives were kind enough to send “blown hot water heater fuse” as their gift, so I started the day wide awake after a chilly shower. On the scale of calamities, that’s pretty minor, so maybe they’d intended something a bit more unpleasant and at the last minute decided to cut us some slack since it was my birthday. 
Did I mention the cake? Oh yeah, twice. Hmmm…. Maybe I need to go sneak a taste before Joy gets home to see if it is as yummy as when I had it for breakfast, or that bite I had for lunch…?
If that cake tastes half as good as it looks – YUM, YUM, YUM!!!!
Happy Belated Birthday, Chris!!
I hope you’re feeling better, Joy!