It's really going to happen ... I'm going to be 32 tomorrow! That's about 384 months, 1669 weeks, 11,687 days, 28, 0506 hours, 16,830360 minutes, and right around a billion seconds. Wow.
Zach took me to Bennett's Greenhouse yesterday and bought me bunches of new pots, dirt, and a dwarf peach mandarin tree. So of course I spent my last day as a 31-year old playing in the garden. Playing so hard my eyelids were sweating. There's nothing to show for my efforts yet, but I am hopeful there will be lots of tiny new sprouts of Chinese kale, garlic chives, watercress, amaranth, and wheatgrass soon!