I was born on a Holy Day of Obligation. All you Catholics know what that is and it was kind of a drag to have to go to church on my birthday. It’s The Feast of the Immaculate Conception which never made one shred of sense to me once I understood the meaning of the words that marked the day I was born. I’m just really glad my mother didn’t follow the well-intentioned advice to name me “Connie” in honor of my day.
I don’t despair for getting older. Obviously there’s no other alternative and most fortunately I’ve found every year is better than the last. It really is a great life.