Pioneer Day.

My phone reminded me that tomorrow is my birthday. It didn’t do that last year. Thanks, Obama.

It’s another birthday eve for me, a birthday that this year means absolutely nothing, other than I’m now officially a year overdue for a colonscopy and a mammogram.

And those are the only birthday thoughts I’m willing to share publicly.

But you should know that I share a birthday with a Utah state holiday, and if I was still there, there would be a parade in my honor.