Yes, today marks the beginning of my 26th year of existence. I am spending the occasion sitting by myself in my desert home (which I have finally returned to today after another traveling stint), nuzzled up with my propane gas heater, and moving very slowly because of the soreness that is still present after recently running the Marrakesh semi-marathon. The ol birthday wishes of "happy birthday old man!" sent to me from friends and family today seem to be slightly less humorous when that is precisely what I feel like.
Birthdays have never held that much importance for me, and I suppose that apathy is intensified when in a place where age is of such little importance. I am in fact so apathetic that I don't have anything more to say on the matter. So much for deep thinking...perhaps I'll have more to say next year when the feeling of moving forward is made more apparent through moving back to the motherland.
A more logical update on the past 6 weeks is coming up shortly, I promise.