Dec. 20 has come and gone, and I am no longer the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Today is the 23rd of December, and I will be helping my daughter celebrate 11 successful revolutions around the great ball of fusion that we call the sun, while hurtling through the vacuum of space on the this big ball of dirt and water we call Earth. Did I mention she is turning 11? (Meaning that she has a firm belief that she is currently the answer to life, the universe, and everything since I vacated my throne on Wednesday.
View from the End Line: A Simple Birthday Request
