31

Donna's 31st birthday is Saturday. I met her when she was 18 and, gosh, a lot happens in 13 years. To celebrate, we're heading out of town for a nice long weekend. We're going to a cowboy poetry gathering in Alpine, Texas, and a few days in the dessert is just what the doctor ordered.

Anyway, Donna will be 31, which means we are the same age for the next several months before I jump ahead of her again.