It all happened yesterday.
Do I look any different?
I can't say I feel any different.
Not that I'm complaining about my age. I made an agreement with myself years ago that I would never resent the age I was. When I was 28 years old, I lost a friend to a motorcycle accident; we were both only a month out of law school. That put things in a perspective that I have never forgotten.
No, I'm not complaining . . . just a bit shocked, that's all. Some numbers get your attention more than others.
Okay, that said, onward ho!
It's taken a lot of years to get this young . . . and I'm not going to miss a minute of it.