I spent the evening with kit_ping and 3catsjackson by going out to a very nice chinese restaurant for dinner. It was wonderful and semi-exotic fare that left all of us full and satisfied. A good meal and friends is the best way to celebrate, I think.
And, just to commemorate my passing another temporal milestone, here's an excerpt that I just managed to locate. It's from the poem "Rooms" by Billy Collins: And maybe under the fallen wayside leaves There is hidden a nest of mice, Each one no bigger than a thumb, A thumb with closed eyes, A thumb with whiskers and a tail, Each one contemplating the sweetness of grass And the startling brevity of life.