Meh. This is how I feel about birthdays (my own) generally: meh. I turned 49 at just after 1am, although that was in 1957 and I don’t know if Daylight Savings Time was observed in Western Colorado then, so the actual time may vary. This year has already been one in which age and health and wellness have loomed larger than usual; losing Mom in June was hard enough, but many of the maladies that got her in the end have at least a partial genetic component. I’ve never been a smoker due to my allergies, but that doesn’t leave…