Today is Scotty’s 31st birthday. Ironically, I have the day off and happen to be lounging while I sip my coffee, but he woke up at 5AM to write about fire ants (it’s probably best not to ask for details on that part #biologistproblems). We’ll fit in a fried chicken feast somewhere in there. Here’s to being in your thirties with two feet (I’m still dipping a toe into the colder waters at 30), being healthy as a horse, and looking ahead to nothing but possibilities and adventures. I think it’s going to be the best year yet.