Today is Rick’s birthday.  He’s 25 — again, although I’ve lost track of how long he’s been 25.

Hopefully, if our schedules permit, I’ll take him to dinner this evening and we’ll go see a movie tomorrow.  Neither of us likes making a big deal out of our respective birthdays, so those plans are more than adequate.  We’ll enjoy spending time together and not having to deal with the world at large.  Can’t complain about that.

So, Rick…

Happy Birthday!