27

Today was my 27th birthday.
I made a wish on a tea-lite candle, since I didn't have a birthday cake.
My missus and I are both ill with the germs.  She's been in and out of consciousness all day.
She's currently bedded down for the night and hopefully resting off the worst of the gross.
I started off this birthday like I pretty much start them all off ; in a funk.
Birthdays get me down.  I don't like much getting older and seeing my hairline recede more and more.
My worries change to grown up worries, which seem slightly larger and more arduous then before.
The pace of my life has certainly slowed down in recent years, and very much for the better !
Im still getting used to it.  I have a ton to be thankful for and Im very grateful and humbled every day.
I would say that Im still making mistakes, and am just as passionate and firey as I used to be, just in more subtle ways I assume.
I caught a bit of lunar eclipse, and a wee bit of snow on the eve of my b-day.  It was a nice gesture on mother nature's part.
As if to say "hey dummy, take a minute or 2 and settle down, there's beauty all around you ! remember ?"  I do, and alot of times I gloss over it because Im too stressed out to be bothered with it.  But what kind of relevant artist would I be if I were not open bloodshot eyed to the beauty and horror of this world ?
There's a beauty in my bed I need to get to, and some beautiful music I'll be getting to tomorrow.
Cheers.