I turned 25 yesterday. Once upon a time, that age seemed pretty old, but unless I’m just particularly immature, it doesn’t feel all that grown-up.

Anyhow, yesterday morning Judy told me that she was going to cook me a special dinner that night and requested that I make it home by 7:00 at the very latest. Predictably, however, this was not to be. I ended up staying at work until after 8:00 (which means that I didn’t get home until after 8:30) because a report absolutely HAD to be sent to America before the Thanksgiving holiday or else apparently everything that my company has worked hard to accomplish in the 65 years since its founding will be instantaneously flushed down the toilet in one fell swoop.

Well, despite working far later than planned, the night turned out to be very pleasant. To my complete and utter surprise, Judy had prepared a meal of nabe and we made it ourselves at home for the very first time. Needless to say, it was delicious and incredibly filling to the point where I was unable to sit down for the rest of the night.

I suppose that it’s now time for me to grow up and start acting my age and thinking more about the future, eh?

But if you think I’m giving up my Transformer collection, you’ve got another thing coming.