Happy Birthday to Me

Once a year, whether I like it or not, I have a birthday. And today is the day — I'm now 43. When I woke up this morning, I discovered that I was having a "White Birthday", just like the ones I used to know. Today it was just a little sleet and rain, but you take what winter weather you can get in the South.

My friend Julie pointed out that this is a prime number birthday, which is kind of cool. It's also the second such birthday for me in the last 3 years (41 is also prime). The last time this happened was 12 years ago (29 and 31); the next time, and probably the last, will be 18 years from now (59 and 61). If I get really lucky (or unlucky, depending), I'll see another shortly after I cross the century mark (101 and 103).