Another year older

No quips, nothing very profound. I am 44 years old today. but really it's just another day, right?

This birthday is less profound than all the preceding. I'm not particularly looking forward to it or bothered by it's implications of that much closer to the mortal coil. It really seems just another day in the life du Cath.

Of course, my husband is having his little procedure today, too. Not that that has much to do with it.

Generally I do really enjoy my birthdays. This one just feels like it's floating by in the current. Usually I get all worked up, turn into Ms. Happy and Ms. Philosophical and nostalgic for weeks ahead of time. This year, eh.

I'll see how it goes. Maybe that'll change. Most likely it will.