Last week I turned a year older. Nothing new. It happens every year this time. I had a really relaxing birthday week, ate a lot of food, walked by a beach, hung with my best of friends, drank some, and then this week I sneezed and threw out my back. I’m sure it’s more complicated than that but each year I am reminded of my continual decay in small ways. Remember that time long ago when you felt like you could throw yourself at moving objects and survive? Well those days are over, my body says to me year after year. What a jerk of a body. But overall I’m happy it still lets me walk it around and feed it ice cream and chips without much protesting–only in the form of mini gas leaks.