2012 went by with a flash. But no bang (end of the world etc). So here I sit, now 33, looking at a new year. I think it promises to be the best in years. In my first few minutes of age 33, I walked outside and welcomed in the new birth year vocally; at that moment a meteorite shot across the sky. So a shooting star to start off this wonderful age. Things are looking up.

Oh, birthday cake.

Cake from my 33rd birthday.