I'm 72 years old today. 72 is a multiple of twelve, so it is, once again, the Year of the Pig. (However, it's a year of the Earth Pig; I was born in a year of the Fire Pig, for what that's worth.) It's also the year of my 50th college reunion, for what that's worth.
I feel as though I ought to have something profound to say, but viewing the world as I am through filters of depression and anxiety, that's a bit difficult. But there was a robin on the grass outside my window a moment ago -- that counts for something, I suppose.