Making Birthday Plans in the Apocalypse

On Friday it’s my birthday. I’m turning 40. But I’m not much for parties or gatherings. Most birthdays slip by me unrecognized save for the inevitable series of well wishes plotted by Facebook’s friend-nagging-algorithm.

Last year, I had jury duty on my birthday. What a pisser, I thought. This year, I’m sick and sequestered (almost two weeks) in my home with my wife and kids. I don’t know if I…