27! 3³! Truly, a remarkable year—I will not have another until I am 64. 26 has been good to me, and to have turned 26 last April 26th was its own sort of numerological pleasure, and next year will be a so-called perfect number, followed thereafter by a prime, and so I’m not exactly wanting for interesting cardinals. But a cube! Magnificence itself.

Here’s to 27. And tonight? Sushi!