20+20 = 40

It took me 20 years to realize that, starting in 2000, I could add the first two digits of the year, and the second two digits of the year, to remember out how old I was.

I wonder if everyone else born in 1980 figured that out a lot sooner than I did.

Regardless, today I am officially 40. So, yay?

So far the only thing that feels different is how aware I am of my (sudden onset?! – I swear this just happened) farsightedness. Ever since I started wearing my glasses again (I got a new pair recently), I’m increasingly frustrated that I can’t see my phone well at the distance I’m used to holding it. I am constantly pushing it back about a foot farther than feels normal so I can read it. I guess it’s time to get reading glasses. Boo.

{I recently enlarged the font on my phone and holy smokes is it amazing. Sure it looks like an old lady’s phone but at least I can read it!}

Otherwise, turning 40 is like any other birthday, except of course that there is a pandemic and I can’t do anything to celebrate. The only things on the docket today are listening to governor Newsom’s press conference before attending a union meeting about going back to the classroom in the fall.

I’m sure I’ll eat a cupcake (and have a drink) at some point too.