One score and four years ago…

…and a day, to be precise, your dearly beloved blogger was deeply entangled in the complicated process of having been… well… a person… for no more than about half an hour. Which, as the powers that be decided a long, long time ago, is reason enough for one to celebrate and receive presents and all that. And who am I to say no to that? In other words, it was my birthday yesterday, so please… no loud noises and/or bright lights… my aching head will dearly appreciate it. As it will the mornings after the other two birthday bashes that are yet to come.

In the meantime, you’ll excuse the celebratory photo-of-the-week…

Alright, so obviously, the fireworks weren’t for me, but still… it does one’s ego good to see fireworks on one’s birthday. Cheers!