Three days ago I celebrated my 52nd birthday.
Today I celebrate the end of my first bonus year.
One year ago today I had a quadruple bypass. Since then my life has changed in significant ways, and yet it hasn't changed at all. I'm the same person, doing the same things, in--mostly--the same ways. But I do everything now with a sense of my own mortality that I didn't have before.
No great epiphanies here, just the observations of a guy who spends too much time sitting on his ass writing and not enough time exercising.