On turning 31

"I thank thee, Author of this opening day!Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies!Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys—What wealth could never give nor take away!"-Robert Burns, Sonnet on the Author's BirthdaySo this is what it means to be 31,there is no more marking of a coming of agenor the drama of midlife, at least not yet.Maybe this is what it meansto be settled.So today I make a