signs of winter

Well, I guess fall has officially started. My heater kicked on tonight for the first time. The neighborhood smells great, all the houses up and down the street are having fires in their fireplaces.

When I moved in, the inspector said I shouldn't have a fire until I got the chimney inspected. Fast forward two years and it's never had a single blaze. I should really do that, fires are wonderful.

Also, I'm 30 now. Weird. Back when I was 22, and money grew on trees, and I was working somewhere that the "Network was the computer", I was fully convinced that I'd be able to retire by 30. Turns out, not so much.

I used to keep a spreadsheet where I had my magic "fuck you money" number (thanks, Cryptonomicon), and I'd have it tell me my retirement date. After the dot com bust, I got sick of it telling me things like "You'll retire in 2115". I guess now that I'm doing better, I should dig it out and plug in some numbers. Course, it will probably say 2050.