An oddly momentous number

I turned 58 years old today. So far, the day is bright and sparkling and everything you could hope for in early May. Hope evenly balances against anxiety. Grand schemes compete with mundane chores. For instance, my driver’s license expires today, so I damn well better get it renewed. Nothing else matters until that chore is completed.

I usually try to let my birthday pass without mentioning it. Such is not the case this year for some reason I have yet to discern. Maybe it is because 58 seems an oddly momentous number. However, when you factor 58 into primes it’s just 2 x 29 which is very uninteresting.