It’s my 32nd birthday today. I had a great weekend with family and friends, but it’s time to get back to work. I did no work whatsoever all weekend, but I actually have a lot of it to do. Not only at the office, but at home as well. Our trees are just about bare now, so next weekend it’ll be time to do something about our yard, and I also decided on a plan of attack for the baseboard trim in my living and dining room areas, so I need to order some stuff and get to work on that before the holidays.
I also have a meeting today with a professor for the Applied Sciences program at college. I may switch from Comp Sci to Applied Science. Not sure yet. Their applied science program is really just a foundational curriculum in Electrical Engineering. I like both areas, though. Applied Science is certainly the easier degree it would seem (one semester of Calc as opposed to three), but I’m not sure it’s as useful in terms of transfering to a four-year school. We’ll see.
Anyway, I’m 32. It’s not an age that triggers a whole lot of reflection, really. It’s not like “THIRTY”, or “FIFTY”, which seem like landmark years for most people. 32 is really just a boring, not-much-doin’ age. That’s probably a good thing.