So here it is folks. The last day of Spring, the end of my 43rd year and the beginning of my 44th. The weekend began with a cozy and delightful surprise Friday dinner planned superbly by sly Sig Other and my sneaky, lovely friends, and rolled through to a Sunday filled with flowers and delicious food and perfect gifts. Sig Other and the children have feted and fed me to my heart’s content and I will spend the evening obsessing over which apps to download for my new iPad and how best to utilize the fancy Panini press from the children. What I won’t obsess about, at least this evening, is my blog, though I’ve certainly had questions about its survival as the year came to a close. Sig Other thinks I should shut it down and start anew under a different title. Various others have suggested I continue on as the 43rd was the year of inspiration. The truth is, I don’t think it much matters. I don’t think anyone reading cares whether it’s the 43rd year or the 49th. And I’ve no particular inspiration on this day suggesting a new title or subject matter. So for now, the 43rd year will continue as is – perhaps with an amendment to color palette or font. Happy birthday to me!