Today I turn thirty-seven (a.k.a. practically forty).
I have a Page-a-Day desk calendar at work that gives me a new vocabulary word every day, complete with a definition and a little story on the back detailing either the origin of the word or some bit of related linguistic trivia.
What word did they choose for my thirty-seventh birthday?
Methuselah.
Tomorrow I think I'll go shopping for nursing homes.
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