Last night at around 11:57PM under the cover of darkness, I decided to conduct a highly sophisticated and not easily executed covert operation. I was going to sneak into my 36th birthday hopefully without being noticed and without incident. Much to my dismay and promptly at 12:00AM, like an angry parent waiting up for a disobedient child to get home long after the previously agreed upon curfew, there it was waiting for me. There would be no sneaking around, and there would be no getting away with one. I was caught and the punishment was to be steep. Violently, my 35 was taken from me and all that was left in the end was the body of a 36 year old man. Tattered and torn, I lumbered upstairs and off to bed to sleep off this traumatic event. I woke up this morning only to realize that the first morning of 36 feels a lot like the last morning of 35. This might not be so bad, I might actually survive this and come out on the other side smelling like a rose. An old rose with pedals falling to the soil below perhaps, but fragrant and colorful none the less. Today, I will spend the day with my family at Disneyland. It's "The Place" (that's what we call it), the place where we can go as a family to get away from the ho hum and where everything is perfect. Today, I will use "The Place" as neutral territory, a safe and familiar place to be to get acquainted with my new 36 and hopefully we can come to an understanding that is beneficial to us both. I wont lie, I am a bit skeptical and apprehensive, but willing to give it a try.
Today's photo is a picture of the smoke created by my birthday cake as seen by the nice folks up at the International Space Station. Leave it to NASA to be on top of it huh?