Another Year

My dear friend Kay celebrates her birthday on January 2. I always feel for her, since her special day comes when everyone goes back to work after the holidays.

Today I'm in a similar boat. May 31, always the afterthought day when I was a kid, the day after Memorial Day, is in exactly the same spot this year — with the added ballast of being a back-to-work-after-a-long-weekend day, too.

But this is fine. A stealth birthday is what I'm after (though mentioning it in a  blog post can hardly be called "stealth").  Maybe Father Time will be too busy driving home from Ocean City to slap another year on me.

Even if he does, though, I won't complain. It is, after all, another year to embrace.