40 Days In The Wilderness

And the devil at my heels.

I’ve been thinking about the number 40 a lot these days. Partly this is because I turn that magical age in just a couple of weeks. It’s the sort of aging milestone you see coming from a long ways off and then, when it’s actually upon you, it still feels a bit like a shock. Like Lancelot in Monty Python’s Quest For The Holy Grail when he assaults the wed…