44 years ago today a terrible disaster occured; I was born completely against my will.
I was hoping to enjoy a nice day of riding my recumbent combined with some pub hopping. Unfortunately, between the remaining vestiges of this nasty flu bug I've had for a week and the weather associated with the approach of Wilma, I am instead spending the day resting at home.
Out of boredom mostly, I installed Xp and have been playing around with it just to see how it performs compared to the Slackware Linux I normally use. I'm not impressed, but that's for another thread.
Well, at least I have chocolate cake.
After my near-fatal car wreck last December, this natal anniversary seems especially important to me. While my physical, financial, and living conditions aren't exactly as I would want them to be, I am still here on planet Earth to observe the passing of another year of residency on our little blue ball of confusion.