When I see one of my friends on their birthday I usually ask them if they feel 1 year older. Today, I feel 1 year older than yesterday. It took me 23 hours from when I left the hotel in Houston on Friday to finally arrive at my apartment at 11pm last night. I’m stiff and sore and wish that I had managed to stay asleep for longer. Marty is fast asleep. I did consider waking him as he’s planned some sort of birthday breakfast but he looked much too peaceful.