Today is my birthday, and I find myself thinking about my brother. He was 53 weeks older than me. Unfortunately he died back in 1994, and I really miss him a lot. I often wonder how he would like the internet, and cell phones, and iPods, and all the things that came after him.

When we were kids he ignored me most of the time. When we got older that changed, and we became brother and sister. We often had the same thoughts, ideas, and sometimes could finish each other's sentences.

As I head back to Chicago later today after my week long vacation, I wish that I didn't have to deal with my house fiasco that I am in the middle of right now.

So happy birthday to me, and perhaps somewhere up above Douglas knows it's my birthday today.