Today is my 57th birthday and it likely will mean lots of food. We have a family dinner planned at a wonderful, relatively new Chicago place, more on that in a future post.
I’m assuming there will be cake of some kind at work, a bittersweet birthday there as I’ll be leaving soon for a new job and I’ll miss my team deeply.
For me, it’s also a significant birthday because my dad died of a heart attack when he was 67. That means I could have only 10 years to go if my heart were to give out when his did.