baking a dock into freight bogs

With each passing day I get a day closer to the start of my fourth decade in what shall be known to me as my current existence. I rarely give thought to my age and what stage of my life I am in as compared to how old I am. Usually I live in the moment with sparing thoughts of the past, and only secularly mundane facets of the future.

For example, in the past I would look at this or this.

And as an example, in the future I am going to the Eastern Final of the CFL this Sunday.