I turned 41 today. Meh.

I guess I had some goals for 40 in my life, seemingly none of which I’ve achieved to this point. Now I’ve tacked on another year to 40, still haven’t achieved most of those goals, am trying to stop drinking with some success and some still failure, can’t seem to get my wife pregnant (which is a tremendous stressor that I’ll only paint the edges of), and just generally feel adrift and pointless in existence. Maybe I should learn how to repair HVAC…