Well, yesterday was my 49th birthday. It was rather a quiet one. The kids ran around town with their friends, the wife worked chores, and I ended up by myself. I think that one, or maybe two, of the kids said happy birthday. I got a few automated happy birthday wishes from email servers. Oh, and at least two of the kids friends told me happy birthday. But apparently at this age, the wife must think I'm too old to be told happy birthday, or to get any sort of recognition that I survived putting up with the family another year. At least it was better than last year's, when I was in a panic about a crisis in the family.