It's almost here again. The annual turning of the page. The age page. And boy don't I hate that now.
I'm beginning to wade into numbers I really don't like -- and I mean knee deep into them, solidly in the mix. I am too old to be cool and too young to be old. I'm in nowhere's land, and it's not like I can get excited about the numbers ahead of me either.
Yikes. I realize it's better than the alternative, but PALEEZ, somebody slow down the calendar.