According to Life, the Universe and Everything, forty-two is the answer.  And now that I’m forty-two, I have all the answers. Not.

But I am sure that I have a seafood allergy.  ‘Nuff said there.

Prior to the dinner in which I (re)discovered my allergy, though, three friends and I went to the Denver Art Museum for an Outing Without Children.  If you ever have a chance, I’d highly recommend it.  We still went to all the fun kid areas, but I got to see all the cool other art, too.
Sam was out of town, and instead of moping around feeling sorry for myself, I took every friend’s (as well as my parents’) offer to spend time with me.  I had two dinners out with friends, a breakfast out, and a run with my PRP my actual birthday morning.  Perhaps the other answer I discovered at Forty-Two is that there are a lot of people who really care for me, and I am really blessed.  Thank you!

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