My grandfathers both died in their 80s, so, all other things being equal, I’m halfway to death today.

As chance would have it, I’ve been working heads-down for the last two weeks on a complex (but satisfying) new project for Yankee, so I’ve had precious little time to consider the implications of this. As such, I haven’t had the opportunity to, say, rededicate my life to solving the African poverty crisis, or swear off red meats, or resolve to spend more time reading fictional works by obscure Canadian authors.

So, somewhat ironically, I find myself with nothing profound to think or say or do on this Important Day.

For the sake of posterity, let me record that I love my family, enjoy my work, and live in a community where I feel comfortable. That’s not a bad place to be at the halfway point.