Well, here I am.
On this exact day, the first of June, I was born.
My mom had waited almost a week for me to get out. Yep, once late, always late. A big bundle of flesh with a big tuft of hair and almond eyes. Mom did not recognize me a first (she had been under anesthesia during the whole procedure, like they usually did in the Seventies, when they thought medical science would cure cancer, old age, asthma and stupidity by 1999... right.)

What happens 35 years down the line?
I dunno. But it sure went fast.
And my son will soon be 5. Which in a way accelerates everything.
Or is it me that is slowing down?
Meh. A little bit of both.
Anyway. Happy birthday to me.
Sun is shining. 27 degrees. No clouds. Nothing can go wrong today.