Last Day in My 40s

UPDATE: What a nice day this is turning into--the workload was fairly light this morning, the clouds departed and the sun is shining--all in all a fine way to spend my last day in my 40s. I like my job but I like it better on days when I'm not rushed, and when I can take a bit of break time more than two minutes long. (Of course, the minute I typed that last sentence an unexpected delivery arrived. lol) So, nice day, although I must admit that as it goes along I feel a stronger and stronger urge to find some kids to yell at to get off my lawn. :-)

Tomorow is my birthday, so today is my last day in my 40s. Y'know what? I was a heckuva lot unhappier my last day of being 39 than I am on my last day of being 49. I was in a job I would come to hate, life was uncertain, and my world was devolving into a stress nightmare. But now I'm happy where I am. I love my wife and kids and job, our home, and I'm in good health. Soon Dorothy will be back in good health, too, once the Pheo is off her back.

I wish the world wasn't in such dire straits right now, but I feel more able to deal with it now than I would have ten years ago. Life is what you make of it. So is age.