I was born seven years too late to celebrate a birthday on the whimsical date of 4/4/44. As a result, I have had to look towards finally doing so when 2044 rolls around.
Yes, I know I'll be 93 then. I probably won't be playing as much volleyball as I do now. Or riding my bicycle to work. But I hope to be a lot closer to being caught up on reading all the books I've collected over the years.
In any case, as of today, I'm exactly two-thirds of the way there.