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.