Forty-One and Not Dead Yet

(When you're giving someone a high-quality selection of rubber chickens for their birthday, you have to also give them a salmonella microbe–it's just the law. Especially when you, alas, almost share a birthday with George W. Bush…Thanks, Amanda Le!)

"Me, I was at the height of my powers…" – Giant Sand

I'm 41 today, and I've been trying to think through what I wanted to say, given that the last year has been such a strange mixture of the tumultuous and the triumphant. (Here's my post about turning