50

Yesterday I turned 50. I would have thought it a bigger deal.

I got up. Had yogurt, coffee. Went to class. Professor was late. Got out. Found I got a ticket. (took photos, and felt “outraged” but not actually angry. I really wasn’t in the bus stop. And it did not spoil my good, mellow mood). Drove to my other college. Got a good spot, close. Couldn’t find my professor so taped an xkcd to his door (it’s a cryptography class, good comic just came out) went to the comfy chairs, sat down and read, and had an apple. Found professor, hung out in his office while he prepped for our class. Chatted. Went to class. It was mostly math that I knew. Left – got caught in some awful traffic near Sean’s (Chandradat’s) house, trying to avoid the awful traffic on the xBx. Munched pistachios. Rested. Jumped on the train to meet a friend with the same birthday (but only 45) for drinks in Carrol Gardens. Got some appetizers. A coworker was nearby, joined us. We took the train back north. I got home at 11, looked at the computer, and went to sleep.

So there were birthday calls and texts and facebook messages and e-mails. But otherwise, just a nice day.