I celebrated the first half of my birthday in Pima County, Arizona Court.
No, I hadn't become a miscreant. I was being screened for jury duty.
I framed it as a wonderful birthday present that Judge Richard D. Nichols excused me from serving because I operate a business. Two weeks away from it would have been, Judge Nichols concluded, "an undue hardship."
Since it was a murder trial, I regretted not being a part of the legal process. However, I was so relieved to not have to both be at the courthouse and taking care of business.
When I returned to my home office, there were emails to answer, writing samples to transmit to prospects, and help-wanted ads to answer. A neighbor swung by with a gift. Sweet.
Then, my smartphone rang with a call from Kay Prezio. In graduate school at the University of Michigan she had been a few years older than most in our doctoral program. That's because she had spent time working at the Pentagon.
In the birthday conversation, of course, our respective ages came up. Hmmm, it was puzzling why she was only one year younger than I. We talked about it. Then she did the math. Subtract from 2016, the year ...
Well, it turned out that I am indeed a year younger than I had been assuming for years. How did I screw up the math? Probably from my preoccupation with my age. It threw me into a tailspin since my late 50s.
Well, Kay Prezio gave me a year of life. No surprise, I feel a lot younger. I am acting a lot younger. The world seems to be treating me as a lot younger.
Perhaps in May 2017, she will figure out another way for me to be younger.