Today is a stressful day for me.
It is the day that I become the answer to The Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything.
To be honest, I am a little surprised to discover that I am 42 years old. Up until a couple of weeks ago when my kids started reminding me of my birthday, I thought I was 40. I seem to have mentally skipped a year. Perhaps it is the year lost to sleep deprivation.
So now I have the pressure of having to be the answer to everything.
My kids already expect me to know all the answers to all of the why’s that they have. Now I have to deal with the rest of the population’s expectations that I not only know the answers, but that I also be the answer.
The hardest part of it all is that we don’t really know what The Ultimate Question is in the first place.
I am also unsure of whether when someone asks me everything if I ought to be providing ’42’ or ‘me’ as the answer.
I’m sure all of this will become clear as I settle into being the answer to everything.