When I started this little blog, I was but a young innocent, who knew not of the world. Well, I was young, at any rate.

And today marks the official end of when I can claim that. I’m no longer a twenty-something; today I hit thirty. And I’m reliably told that it’s all downhill from here.

I’ll be honest: I’m not convinced of that. I woke up with the same creaking of knees that I usually do; I have the same greying hair. ‘Older’ is happening no matter what the scorecard says, and I’m OK with that. I have a pretty good setup going on, with a lovely wife, a nice house, a loving family, a decent job, and a lovable but psychotic dog. It’ll do…