The Limit as t approaches T

This is one of those all about me posts, so please feel free to skip it.

I'm 50 today. Somewhere around today anyway, I don't actually know the exact day I was born. I know the official date, 12/15/56, but the actual day could be the 14th, 15th, or 16th.

I was born at exactly midnight and my parents were given the choice of which day to choose as my birthday. [When I was a kid, I read a book that said people born a midnight can see ghosts. I thought that was pretty cool. But the empirical evidence since then hasn't lived up to the hopes I had at the time.] My mom says it had to have been between the 15th and the 16th because they chose the date that would keep my birthday as far as possible from Christmas. My dad says he's pretty sure I was born between the 14th and the 15th, but he doesn't have any reason to back it up, that's just what he remembers. They bicker about it if I bring it up. But given that my mom also has a December birthday and is sensitive to keeping birthdays and Christmas separate, and experience with which parent is more likely to have been paying attention to such things, I've always thought my mom's story made sense. So, I guess I'm not actually 50 yet. That won't happen until midnight tonight.

Does turning 50 bother me? Nah. So far, the only thing that really bothers me is having to wear reading glasses. Besides, if I had twelve fingers and toes instead of ten, I'd only be 42. I really haven't thought much about it except when people ask. Maybe I will now.

Okay, enough rambling. There are still lots of things to do, and T is closing in faster than I thought.