Happy birthday to my brother.

Also, it is my brother's birthday today. He is 26, which is quite old, but not as old as me.

Me, I will shortly be 28, which is absolutely, inarguably and conclusively in the very late-20s. I have written for many years about my pre-life crisis, but I think 28 is very possibly where the whole neurotic issue comes to a head.

I guess I'm nervous about that whole transition from bright young thing to steady pair of hands to bed blocker. Although I'm not entirely sure whether I'm either a bright young thing or a steady pair of hands. Perhaps just a thing.

Oh yes, happy birthday brother.