Thirtysomething Birthday

Getting on in years isn't very convenient—but I kinda like it. The less of a fuck I give. The better I eat. The more I like hanging out all by myself. Booze doesn't run the show. The rhythms of the natural world often do. And that twine that connects me with my mom, with my sister, with my dad, with the beings I love and my friends from long ago all scattered everyplace.