Yes, today marks the end of my 44th year on this planet. I celebrated by taking the morning off and sleeping in. It would have been a bit more fun if I were home in my own bed, instead of the Motel 6 in Menomonie. Oh, well. I will be home this afternoon, where I expect to be greeted with hugs and kisses, at least from Mrs. Jogger. The Little Joggers may not have noticed that I've been gone.
I feel pretty good about turning 44. It definitely beats the alternative. Grandma Jogger sent me an e-card that says I'm still in the midst of my prime. And she should know, since she's been there for all 44 years.
Happy day, everyone. I'll see you out on the road early tomorrow morning.
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