Adulthood, here I am, kicking and screaming!

Yesterday ended up being very Productive and Responsible after all, which I guess is proof that I am in fact thirty-two and not five (except of course for when I am five and not thirty-two, but at least I can now truthfully claim that I was thirty-two on the day I turned thirty-two).

I spent the evening watching my first Texas thunderstorm (Oh, The Sky, with your electric choreography, beam me up and take me with you!) and sipping the finest five-dollar Cabernet of my life (I say this un-ironically).

And now I am thirty-two, feeling remarkably like I did when I was thirty-one. Which felt remarkably like thirty. And so on.