It is quickly becoming shorts-weather in Houston, and I wasn't wearing shorts at the time the above photo was taken. That is, earlier today. However uncomfortable I might've felt, a good time was had lowkey-celebrating my 39th birthday with the wife and kid, regardless of what it signifies of the sad, unstoppable passage of time and the inevitable encroachment of my end-days (hey, we all get like this past 30).

On the upside though, I guess it means I have one year to go before declaring myself a shaman and it not being weird at all.

Har har.

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