All is not lost though, having treated myself to a GOATS CHEESE (need I say more) birthday sandwich, I can safely say that cheese is still equipped to handle all my problems.
And if all that weren't enough I got all these lovely messages from people I didn't even know cared. Which means I am sitting here, eating cheese and trying not to weep. I have not become decrepit or, as I've feared for some time now, a cat lady. In fact I don't yet own a cat. Which means I'm still young, which means everything is OK, which means bring on the next quarter of a century!