I'm off to turn 40 where weather.com tells me it will 111 degrees when I land tomorrow. I might die. On the other hand, I'm all about putting meaning into patterns where there isn't any, and my new address, maybe as soon as the end of August, will be 111. Right now, it's simply 1 (1 4th Place). So, will my life be triply good next month? I think so, old and sun-baked or not.