My Keeper of the Pinstripes colleagues caught me off guard this afternoon with candled cupcakes and a birthday card full of notes and warm wishes.

And, I’ve got to admit, it gave me a lump in my throat. I assume this has something to do with aging, the long, slow slide to becoming a father and therefore tearing up at things like The Lion King.

But regardless, I was touched. And I think it augurs well for an excellent birthday tomorrow, and an excellent upcoming year.

Heading home shortly, then off to the airport en route to Charles de Gaulle. Au revoir a vous et bon voyage pour moi.