Did I mogue myself into thinking this birthday would be any better than others of recent past? Yes. Finding one’s self followed by Weltschmerz on unbirthday days is quite expected. Alas, disappointment inevitably follows the one day for which one hopes for a break from the grey. Perhaps spirits imbibed to the point of titubation down the stairwell will ease the pain. More likely, though, just dehydration, an affliction only quelled by a munificent amount of water. Let us leave the tea and coffee for the optimists.