I'll spare you my usual wool-gathering and melancholy reflections. I think I've done enough of that this year. Besides, I really have nothing to complain about. I've got a wonderful wife, a nice house, a job (which is more than others I know), and I'm healthy. I may not be as thin as I want to be, but I'm probably healthier overall than I've been in over a decade.
I'm going to spend my birthday doing my job, exercising, then coming home to my family (human, canine, and feline) and probably turning in early. Not the sort of spectacular celebration I've had in the past, but pretty much exactly what I want at this point.