It's My Birthday and I'll Cry if I Want To

Today marks the 51st anniversary of my birth.  It's been a somewhat busy day but at the same time I'm a bit depressed because I'm another year older and looking back at all the stuff I could have accomplished if I had not been weighed down by my depression.  But my younger daughter (she's 19) bought me a bobble-head Gandalf figure and a can of Romulan Ale which will not be consumed because I don't particularly like energy drinks but it's cool because I'm a Trekkie from way back.  ("Why Bones you know this is illegal." "I only use it for medicinal purposes.")  She also made a cake and hand decorated it and it really pulled at my heart strings.

So all in all it was a good birthday.