54…

Welcome to middle age! Things will break down, but it’s not all bad.

The Mrs. pointed out that this is my first b-day as a married man. ‘Tis true. I like having someone looking out for me, which I didn’t realize was a necessity until it happened.

Today’s festivities include reading, walking around Epcot, dining at Space 220, and waiting for the HVAC guys to call back because one of the air conditioning units on the house decided to stop working last night. Whee!

Otherwise, I’m 18 years away from retirement (if I’m to believe my finance guy) and 1,286 days into the adventure that is sober life. I’m definitely a different person without that stuff in my system, and one huge benefit to sober life has been becoming comfortable enough with myself to try matrimony. That wasn’t even on the radar at 50. So I’ve got a steady home life, a steady job, and a reasonably stable mental state. The A/C might be broken, but I’m not freaking out about it, so that much is right with my world.

Now, about this aching back…