Forty-nine seems like a special number. It's seven (often considered a lucky number) squared. It also makes this my final year leading up to my half-century mark--a benchmark that does not seem to bother me as much as other people I know.
Today's birthday was rather low-key. In a sense, this was a throwback movie marathon as it only included three movies and thus did not require that I get up super early or late. This left me with time later in the day to play a bit of a couple of my games (Far Cry 6 and Tiny Tina's Wonderlands--which I'm playing with Rowen) and put together a couple bags from my new LEGO set: a Tallneck from Horizon Forbidden West. I may have also overindulged with snacks.
The Nolan Batman Trilogy was a great choice. Although the novelty of the movies has worn away, they are still a pleasure to watch and seem to have aged rather well. I even found myself enjoying the third movie more than I had on previous viewings. I suppose that it is easier to deal with its shortcomings now that I know that they exist.
49, eh? That's a long time to be trapped with the maturity of a 16 year old.