The Saga of Sam

The Saga of Sam

The sleepless nights, upset stomachs, vomiting and late night BMs continue day to day.  But today is special.  I'm "41"!  Thank God, I'm not "40" anymore.  Years ago, Uncle Stuart told me that "40" was the worst year of his life.  I never understood, but I do not think he had anything like this in mind.  Much later, after a great recovery, you will tell me that you think being "12" might be far worse than being "40".  We kid about what your "mid-life-crisis" will be like.  I guarantee you it will pale in comparison to this.