It's February, already. Last weekend was my 32^nd birthday and I guess I could say it was OK. I had Remus and Vanessa over on Friday night for a few beers. I spoke to the family, well the family in Cape Town that is and for the first time in 32 years my father got my age right. He was feeling pretty smug about the fact that I am now half his age and that it's a race to gray hair and dentures from here on out - all at break-neck speed. He noted that the halva I got from Tor was significant; I am now halva his age. I don't know where the shit comes from. He is supposed to have been in a feverish state, in which case he seems more lucid under delirium.