I’m celebrating my 39th birthday looking just as ragged as this sparrow

A lot of interesting things have been happening lately, but now it’s time for the main event

I’ve gotten older. Maybe even smarter, but I’m not willing to make any public statements before consulting the evidence

Thirty-nine is the age when your back makes sound effects, your patience becomes selective, and your idea of a wild night is being left alone

I’m not saying I’m old. I’m just saying if I sit down too comfortably, there’s a real chance I may become a piece of furniture

Anyway, happy birthday to me - tired, tougher, and still mildly confused

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