It doesn't feel so weird, though. I've been telling people I'm 30 since the beginning of the year just because. I've never been fussed about getting older or my lost youth or so on, so it's not much of a crisis for me.
I'm celebrating today by allowing myself to do nothing. JV is baking my favorite Swedish dessert, and then later this evening I'm heading to town to chat with some Meetup people about conspiracy theories and then get maybe a little toasted on some mead.
Most importantly, here is my birthday cake. Not my actual cake because JV is still working on it as I'm writing it, but a reasonable stand-in:
|Image courtesy Erik Borälv|