Why is it that as you get older, other people are more interested in celebrating your birthday than you are? As a kid, you can’t wait for the day to arrive and to see what presents await you. As an adult, you hope the day passes without too much fanfare. We have an agreement in our house that we will not embarrass each other at restaurants by telling the wait staff about birthdays. I find with each passing year, I just want the day to be over with so I can return to my normal routine. A cake at home and a cake at work is a little much. Fortunately, I was able to convince my co-workers that one cake at home was enough and left a cake there for everyone to finish. So 42 is here and 43 is on the way. Maybe next year I can sneak by unnoticed.