It was the 30th of April, Jim. Thanks to all of you for your kind wishes. As birthdays go, it wasn't that big a deal. I guess after 21, they don't really mean that much anymore.
Scoob, bring on the Ewoks! We can serve them with orange marmalade and fried squirrel.
And Ann, I guess I'm now 35 in the way you measure years here. With the difference in rotation, spin and hyperspace distance...I'm around 48 or so (Dathomir years) or 40 Standard. Confused yet?
So am I. (But I still have the emotional development of a 12-year-old, so all is well.)
😀