Last Friday I turned 41 years old. In some ways 41 is more depressing than 40. Mentally, 40 was a tough age; 41 only serves to remind you that 40 actually happened and that time is still moving forward. Happy birthday. This year’s birthday festivities were broken up into lots of little slices. Thursday (the day before my birthday) I had dinner at Kyle’s Steakhouse with a few of my co-workers. I had the salmon and while it wasn’t as good as it used to be, it was still good. Susan informed the restaurant that it was my birthday and… (read more)