Last hours of my 30's

It's hard to believe but tomorrow Pemulis will be 40. Years old, that is. Fourteen thousand, six hundred days. That basically means I'm most likely halfway through my life.

What does it mean? It doesn't really mean anything, but it's a culturally important age and gives an excuse to maybe "take stock", as it were, and ...

Hello again. It's now about a week and a half later and I've been 40 for nearly 10 days. Looking at that life expectancy graph above, combined with the obvious fact that I never really got around to completing the original "last hours of my 30's" blog post, suggests that actually I'm probably for all intents and purposes well beyond halfway through my life if for no other reason than with kids and work and all that it's extremely difficult to actually get around to anything and so if "normally" -- i.e. pre-grown-up and for sure pre-kids -- something might take you, say, four hours to do, then at the grown-up and with kids stage then it will instead take you probably around seven hundred and thirty hours, give or take.

So the 40th birthday party celebration, deep in the thick of the Covid European 3rd Wave, was naturally nothing too crazy. I did cook a huge steak on the BBQ and drank some exceptional Piemonte wine that had shown up at my door unexpectedly.

Since it's impossible to plan for anything these days, we don't know exactly what the future holds, but we do hope to go on vacation as soon as humanly possible. Well, not actually as soon as humanly possible because all kinds of people are already going on vacation because they're selfish. But, once it makes sense to be able to go on vacation we will go somewhere where an airplane does not have to be involved and hopefully where it's a bit warmer and we will drive there and hopefully relax! I'm thinking maybe here:

The first person who guesses where it is wins a prize!