Here I am, 124.5 revolutions-’round-the-sun of Mercury after I was born, and I feel old. I have one final day as a 20-something.
But fear not, today is Winter Bike to Work Day, so I’ll drown my sorrows about not being married nor having gillyuns of dollars or a home or 2.5 children with FREE FOOD from fine Boulder establishments. And tears. Lots and lots of tears.
Just kidding, age is stupid!