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42.

It's my birthday. I was originally going to write one of those reflective pieces along the lines of "here's 42 things I've learned" or "version 42.0" or some Douglas Adams reference, but given everything that's been going on in the world, and my mother's decline in the next room, I just can't.

I believe that the Trump presidency has been a dying gasp of the 20th century. I'm really hopeful that the events of this month are the dying gasp.

If that turns out to be true, there's a lot to look forward to. If not, then there's a lot to be worried about. As of right now, the future is in the balance.