So, I finally have an answer to the “how does it feel to be 30?” question. And the answer is “my f**king knee hurts”.

The long and short is that I’ve turned 30, and my body has started to fail, as though its warranty has expired. I went to the doctor for the first time in a good long time this past week, and while he didn’t see anything that screams “broken knee”, he thinks that I might have somehow tweaked my knee (most likely last month, bowling with Darren and Stacey) which aggregated something already in the works (since, let’s face it, I’m not the lightest on my feet – and, therefore, my knees). The end result is that…well, let’s just say I’m not getting around as quickly as I normally do.

The important thing, in the end, is that nothing is irreparably damaged. I’ve been staying off my feet, taking lots of Advil, and generally being lazy this weekend. (Truthfully, except for the Advil, it’s not too different from a normal weekend.) As bored as I’ve been, being cooped up in my apartment, I have to err on the side of caution and make sure that my knee heals up, since the next month or so at work gets into a truly busy period, and I know that I’m going to have to take at least one business trip. (That, and “Serenity” comes out on Friday, and you’d better believe I’m not missing that…)

A quick aside, if I may, regarding Hurricanes Katrina and Rita – I haven’t posted much about the hurricanes because I’d really just be “me too”ing other blogs, the internet in general, television, radio…well, you get the idea. I personally know a number of people, socially and professionally, who have been affected by the storms, and all I can do, short of donating to the various charities, is hope for their safety, security, and sanity. I could write a whole diatribe about the government response to Katrina, but again, I wouldn’t be saying anything that hasn’t already been said more elequently in other medium.