Thanks to my brother for kind words. (He neglected to mention that I'm also a debate coach, which is why I can't enjoy my birthday too much, in between writing sub plans and making last-minute calls before tomorrow and Saturday's state Student Congress meet.)
The real celebration won't take place until Saturday evening and Saturday next, where the two sides of the family will host respective felicitations for four March babies, three on my side, one on my wife's. Just in time for a bizarre stomach upset to come and go--I wasn't looking forward to passing on my mom's famed Nanaimo bars.
When the debate season is over, normalesque blogging will resume. Promise.