Twenty-Three, Apparently

Twenty-three today. I don’t look it, I’m told, and I couldn’t say whether I feel it—though maybe that mild surprise at the number changing, followed by a strong need for breakfast, is exactly what 23 feels like.

Thanks to everyone who was around for year 22. Especially the people who helped confirm, in various ways, that I am a fundamentally contradictory person. You know who you are. Only I understand the full connection, and I mean that as a genuine thank you.

Family lunch this afternoon. The dream continues.