Today marks the entry into the second half-century of my time on the planet. Funny, but somehow having given no thought whatsoever to it before today, I find myself feeling that it is some kind of threshold. More so than any other of the milestone birthdays past. Perhaps it was the apocalyptic rainstorm we walked out of lunch into. Or maybe the double rainbow as we turned the final corner before home.
Or it could be that my hour of floating in the sensory deprivation pod affected me more than I thought. Yes, my birthday treat was an uninterrupted hour in total darkness, bobbing about in water filled with Epsom salts and heated to blood temperature. I didn't have an epiphany lying there. Or a breakdown. But I have emerged feeling very very me-like and strangely energised. Oh and ridiculously thirsty.
