Today I turn 40. I will be celebrating my 40th birthday by reading the eulogy at my grandmother's funeral. I had a few notions as to how my 40th birthday - the actual day - was going to go down. This was not one of them. You would think that I'd be depressed over this. I'm not. It's a wholly unexpected gift; for my birthday, I get to do something that matters, to pay tribute to someone who shaped my life in ways that I'm only just beginning to fully appreciate. Yeah, I'm reminded of my mortality. But, really - have you seen my picture? Read any of my blog posts? Do I look/act 40? My grandma listened to Phish and the Dead and was taking trips to Hawaii in her 80's. 40 is a number. It's as relevant to me as my hair and eye color. Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a wee bit reflective this week. Mortality's been on my mind.