I am now the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
I am also, I just learned, a primary pseudoperfect number.
Which is awesome because why would I be really perfect when I can be pseudoperfect?
Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical.
And the weather forecast is calling for snow.
I know we were all excited about a White Christmas, the first in a decade on the West Coast. Well, that my friends, pales in comparison to my first White Birthday since moving away from the ‘Peg at the tender age of 6.
Maybe the universe is recognizing my new status as the answer to life, the universe and everything.
I may have to change my author name to Oracle of the Equinox. It has a certain ring to it don’t you think?
So, in keeping with a year-old tradition (it can still be a tradition, even if we did it only once). The Oracle of the Equinox requests a birthday limerick from you. Extra points if you can use the word ‘Oracle.’ Which should be challenging since not much rhymes with Oracle.
No swears; I want to keep my PG rating.