With a Zero

Today's my birthday, and as usual, I have no idea what to do about it. I don't really feel like business as usual, nor do I feel like really cutting loose. I have to be at work early tomorrow, and I've gotten just too responsible for hijinks. I could go all Witch calendar and celebrate tomorrow, since I don't have to work Tuesday. (We're allowed a couple days' leeway on observing holy days, in case you were wondering. It's a practical religion.)

This is one of those with a zero at the end, and I thought I might just spend the day reflecting about my life, but decided I'll freak out if I do that. I spend too much damned time reflecting anyway, and my life has been kind of haphazard. Fun, mostly, but haphazard.

One thing I am going to do -- not because of my birthday, but because it's time to do it -- is get back into some regular exercise. Parking my butt in front of a computer all day just generates a huge amount of tension, not to mention the disastrous effect on my wardrobe (none of my pants fit any more). So it's time to see if I can get back anywhere close to this:





That's ten years ago. So, what's a decade here or there? I've done it before. (In fact, ten years before that photo, I was in worse shape than I am now, so there's hope.)

There's always hope.

PS -- check the "Featured" topic in the sidebar -- a new double review of the first two volumes of Glan Cook's Iinstrumentalities of the Night. Great reading.