February 4 is not special to me in any way other than that it is a month to the day before March 4. That's my birthday, as well as my Dad's birthday. And I still have the same feelings of anticipation and glee associated with it as I did as a child. I love my birthday!
So I've started the day on a high. Brimming with good intentions and plans for the day. For one, I got started on the showreel (I'm dropping the material off to the editor later on today).
Things to do. People to see. Ta da.