Happy Birthday to me. I am 41 today.
Not much to report at the moment. Things are going well. I am older now, and probably better for it. At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself.
Everyone here is finally back to health. There's a lot to celebrate in that alone.
I'll be spending most of my September along the Rhine, drinking all the Riesling and Apfelwien I can manage, and trying not to get too disoriented. A big chunk of that time is yet unplanned. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
Then Minerva and Voorheesville in the fall. Nova Scotia in the spring. Michigan again in June, helping hippies not have a bad time.
But for now, Chicago. And my community. And my loves.